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DANTE'S POVThe ward reeked of strong antiseptic and blood, making my nose twitch. I had to hold it in.My body ached badly, but the pain was the least of my worries . I was half conscious. I could hear the whispers concerning my death outside the room, the footsteps of people around me.Heavy silence followed the pronouncement of my death. “Dante Rossi, ages twenty-nine, died at three-thirty pm. Cause of death: sudden heart attack.” Dr Jones said as the monitor flatlined. Audrey voice rang in my ears, “ I will escort them to the Morgue” I was used to faking things. Lies, deceit, manipulations—they were a part of my world. But this? Lying about my death to save my own life? That was a new one, and the lowest even for me. Those bastards were going to pay.They zipped the body bag, and darkness enveloped me. My breaths were slow and controlled. I couldn't move. Not yet. If I so much as twitched, it would all be for nothing. I felt the gurney being moved. The pain was endurable – may

“Who the hell does he think he is?” I questioned no one in particular. I left his room in utter shock and confusion as soon as he blurted out those words. “How am I supposed to help feign his death?” I can't be considering this. “Argh”, I screamed “goddammit! Screw you Dante.” I cut my finger, instead of the veggies. I'm letting Dante take over my thoughts and that wasn't healthy. I didn't even know the man for God’s sake. *****“Ensure you're attending the right patient assigned to you.” Olga ordered as usual. ,”Audrey, you're strictly in charge of Mr Rossi.” She said, pleading with me with her eyes. “What!” I whisper-yelled, while she kept barking orders. When she was done, I followed her into her office. “Why am I strictly in charge of that man that seems to be on crack?” “He specifically requested for you,paid in full for your services and the hospital management approved of it.” Shock was an understatement to describe my feelings. “He literally bought my services without my

It's been three days since the whole drama. Dante has been in and out of consciousness. The first time he regained consciousness, he asked specifically for me. “It's good to see you alive Mr Rossi” I said smiling. He beamed at me. “Thank you.” But I can't seem to remember anything except for your name. I can't even remember my name, he said in a cracked voice.”I looked at him trying to understand whether he was pulling my legs or not. That wasn't the case. He was serious. I quickly ran out of his room to find doctor Jones.”Wait!!” He whisper-yelled, looking confused. “This can't be happening.” I muttered to myself, panicking. I held his hand in reassurance, “I will be right back, I promise.” Doctor Jones rushed in,”what do you mean he can't remember his name.” he flashed his pen touch into his eyes, assessing visuals, he made Dante count figures backwards, which he did perfectly fine. Everything was fine, except he couldn't recall anything.Doctor Jones’s expression changed from

I yawned for the umpteenth time. This evening is tiring. Rather, I was tired. I've been on my feet since morning. “Why on earth did I agree to cover Tessa’s shift this evening?” Tessa, my feisty ginger haired colleague, whose personality soothed that of a sexy bar attendant since she flirted with almost all good-looking male patients and doctors. It's a wonder how she made it out of college and became an ER nurse. No harm there, not that I minded covering her either. I was already used to the chaos of the emergency room, and I had no social life. Sue me. People leave at the end, and I hate getting attached.The scent of dried blood and antiseptic wafted through my nose as I walked past the corridors to my cubicle. You'd think I should be used to it by now, but no, that isn't the case. But I'm surviving, and my job is fulfilling. It's a win-win situation for me.I was about to start my rounds for the night. Grateful that there were only a few patients, so I could take a quick nap. Tha