Stephanie Miller. We arrived at the hospital and quickly got out of the car. The security operation that always invades us when we go out together is immediately deployed. We walked and took the elevator to the eighth floor, where the VIP wing was located. My father always reserves that area of the hospital when someone in the family needs medical attention. We entered the wing, and I saw dad typing furiously on his cell phone. His gaze is distant, which highlights the wrinkles on his forehead. I clear my throat and say, “Hi, Dad.” He looks up, fixes his gaze on both of us, and says, “you’re finally here! Why did you take so long, darling?” He gets up from his seat and greets us both. I answer, “because my phone was on silent since I’m not on call this weekend, Dad. I only looked at the phone when I went to the kitchen. But I am already here. I’ll go examine Stella.” “Yes, please go and let me know if anything happens.” A voice of concern fills our conversation. Matt says to
Stephanie Miller.I ran as fast as I could towards Stella’s room. When I got there, the resuscitation team was doing their job to bring her back. She looks pale, as if she were a rag doll, lifeless. I look at Johnson. He looks back at me, saying, “I will do everything I can to bring her back, Steph.”My anger takes over and I yell at him, “Get your hands off my sister, Johnson! It’s your fault this is happening! Olivia, check her pupils!”He opens his eyes wide, looks to his side and tells her I’ll do it, while exclaiming, “damn. She has a dilated, non-reactive pupil!”“Take her to the operating room, NOW!!”Suddenly we see how Stella’s vital signs return. She opens her eyes and vomits. Olivia lifts her up, so she doesn’t drown. A second later, she’s having multiple grand mal seizures on the stretcher.I cover my head with both hands as I shout, “give her 2 mg of Lorazepam! Olivia, call Dr. Brown to operate on Stella. Let Johnson step aside. I swear I will report your ass to the comm
Stella Miller. I woke up with a severe headache. What the hell happened? I open my eyes slowly and see a very familiar face staring at me just a couple of inches from my face. I try to speak, but he cuts me off. “Never involve me in something like that again. You heard me? I almost lost my job and my license.” I sigh and say, “before I answer your question, tell me. What the hell happened?” Johnson scratches his head in exasperation and says, “When you idiotically thought of hitting yourself in the head with that gun, you hit an aneurysm.""Yes, surprise. You had an aneurysm. With the hit, it exploded, and your brain was bleeding. You told me it was just blows to the body and that you wouldn’t need anything serious and since I’m a complete idiot, I believed you. You almost died, you understand, right?” I just listen to him, showing no emotion. Then I tell him, “Stop whining, Johnson. Behave like a man! Yes, I knew I had an aneurysm, and no, I didn’t want you to do the CT.” “You a
Stephanie Miller.After Dr. Brown told us that Stella was fine and that her bleeding resulted from a brain aneurysm, I couldn’t help but feel bad. As a neurosurgeon, I understand the symptoms caused by the condition. However, Stella never told us anything. She kept her symptoms completely silent.Matt tells me that her condition does not take away from what she has done before and that, although it could not be proven if she was involved in the credit card conflict and the threatening calls, he thinks she was involved. Honestly, I don’t know what to do. My rational side wants to talk to Dad and let him deal with the whole situation, but on the other hand, I feel sorry for my sister.After seeing her, Matt and I left the room, leaving her alone. When we were checking out of the eighth floor, I forgot I left my cell phone in her room.“Matt! I have to come back. I left my cell phone in Stella’s room. Wait for me here. I won’t be late at all.”“Are you sure? You know I don’t mind accom
Stephanie Miller. Two months later. After a long day of surgeries and procedures, I just want to get to sleep. I got home and fell into bed, completely dazed with exhaustion. Suddenly, the incipient ringing of my cell phone disturbs my lazy state. Reluctantly, I looked at the phone and saw Amelia’s name on the screen. I close my eyes, sigh, and answer her. “What’s up? It’s not like you haven’t seen me today.” “Don’t you dare fall asleep, Steph. Today is Girls’ Night! “Oh, no!” “Oh yes, as your bridesmaid, it is my duty to give you your last night as a bachelorette, and you will obey me in everything. Is that clear?” “Can I cancel? I don’t want to go out tonight, Amelia.” “Hell no! With Emily, we prepared everything. The gang has already been warned and they will wait for us. The limo will pick you up at 9:00 p.m. You need to be ready, Steph.” “Alright. I’ll go change then.” “Perfect. See you in a bit, queen.” We both cut it off when I heard the door open. I look out and see
Stephanie Miller. I woke up with a nasty headache and felt like a car had hit me. I can’t believe my luck. The only time I went out with the girls, they drugged us. It’s like a black cloud invades me wherever I go. I sit in bed, feeling better than I deserve. I scratch my eyes when I see Matt sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at me seriously. Seeing his cold eyes sends a chill down my spine. I swallow hard and ask. “What happened last night?”He raises an eyebrow and says. “I want to ask you that same thing. What happened last night, Stephanie?” I frown and reply, “Which part are you referring to? Because as I remember, several things happened last night.” Matt grimaces and says, “Is that so? Start from the beginning then. Because let me tell you, in the state in which we collected all of you, it was regrettable.” I open my eyes wide, and I can see that he is angry. No, scratch that. He is furious. I sigh and say. “We got to the club, we started drinking, we danced, and a
Stephanie Miller. “It’s nice to see you here, babe. I was already missing your scent.” Who the fuck is he? After a minute of extreme confusion, I broke free from his grasp and stood up abruptly. I widen my eyes, realizing that it is none other than Vicenzo. He, realizing that I recognized him, flashes an amused smile as he says. “I’m glad you’re okay now. I like Stephanie’s version better without the effects of drugs. Don’t get me wrong, you’re pretty hot that way. Although in both versions, you are still… feisty.” I frown as I tell him. “How do you know about the drug thing?” He opens his eyes and says. “And you still don’t remember it. Well, I’ll leave it to you for homework, babe.” I’m going to refute it when we’re interrupted by Matt. He looks at us both and says. “I see you’ve already met my fiancée.” I look at them both, frown and say. “Where do you know each other?” Matt tells me. “He is the owner of the bar you were at last night and he is also the owner of this rest
Stephanie Miller. The day has arrived! I never believed that my wedding day would come. Twenty years in the company of the same man seems like a dream. I couldn’t sleep all night, anxious about what would happen today. I sit on the bed and a tray with breakfast is waiting next to me. In it, a white rose, and a card. I open it and read what it says. “I love you, dear. I can’t wait to be your husband. See you in a while. A kiss, Matt.” I smiled at what I read and put the card in the envelope. I eat my breakfast when the sound of the cell phone interrupts my thoughts. “Hello?” “Good morning, future Mrs. Anderson. Did you sleep well?” I smile at his greeting and tell him. “I’d love to say I slept great, but I really didn’t sleep much. I was restless.” He said. “Did you miss me?” I smile flirtatiously and respond. “Always.” I hear him sigh as he tells me. “I dreamed about you. And it felt so real. I can still feel the softness of your skin.” I bite my lip as I tell him. “There i