Chapter Four

Chapter four

Kevin:

The man turned, his eyes pinned on mine and we both remained stiff like that for some seconds until a ringtone snapped the tension.

He pulled out a phone from his pocket.

“Yes, sir.” He communicated with the person on the other end of the call. “Oh. Alright sir.”

He ended the call, letting out a sigh.

“The OIC said you're here to bail her out.” He began.

The evidence of fear was written all over his face and I could tell he had realized his mistake.

“He says you're his good friend.” He added.

I stepped further into the cell, closing the distance between us. Just when we were an inch apart, I nodded gently, pointing at his face.

“Just as promised, I'll make you lose your job, you fucking bastard.”

“I'm…sorry.” He whispered, and I could tell the consequences were already dawning on him.

I smirked. “Sorry? You're saying that not to lose your job, aren't you? You were just here enjoying every bit of this a few minutes ago.”

“Li-”

“Call the ambulance.”

He pulled out his phone immediately and without wasting time, he called the ambulance.

After some minutes, they arrived and took Mikaela to the hospital while I waited, making sure the man got locked up for assault.

I visited the hospital, and when I got there, I wasn't allowed to see Mikaela.

The front desk lady kept stealing glances at me as if she had something heartbreaking to break to me but was scared to spill it.

Finally, I was invited into the doctor's office after waiting for two good hours.

“Sir.” The doctor began, placing his hands on the desk.

He then let out a sigh.

“How's she doing?” I asked.

“She's doing fine. She's fine, but I'm sorry, she's unconscious and not responding. Right now, she's in a coma which means her brain is not fully active and awake. We're doing everything possible to monitor and treat her.” He announced.

My shoulders dropped at the heart wrecking, and I could feel my face become pale in disbelief. “What?” I exclaimed.

“We don't know yet how things will progress but we are currently providing the best care to help her recover as soon as possible.”

I gulped, my face hardening, and I looked him in the eye.

“How? That's not possible!” I shook my head.

“It happened due to brutal assaults, and it seems the attacks were directed to her head. Not only has she gone into a coma, but the chances that she lost her memory are also very high, but we can't fully confirm that until she's conscious again. However, there's a solid eighty percent chance that her memories are gone.”

I leaned my head forward, placing it in my palms with my elbows resting on the desk.

“How?!” I yelled, my nails digging into my hair.

“I really understand how you feel but I can assure you that with the right treatment and care, she'll be back on her feet once again.”

“Don't give me false hope!” I snapped at him.

He remained calm and collected. “It’s not false hope. It's the truth. Remain calm, we'll put in our best.” He paused for a while, allowing silence to fill the atmosphere before he resumed. “Also, it seems she's three weeks pregnant. Congratulations on that!”

“Does that not make the condition more critical? How do you plan to keep an eye on both the womb and the brain?! How will the baby grow as it's supposed to?” I spat.

He didn't say another word. It was as though he kept mute to make me realize that it wasn't the hospital’s fault that she was pregnant so my yelling would change nothing.

“I-”

I cut him off, “I understand. No problem. Please do your best, and I'll make sure to check on her every single day.”

I forced a smile, but little did he know I was burning down on the inside.

It seemed as if I was never destined to be with the only woman my heart desired. As if I wasn't enough to protect her.

Every time I was this close to getting her, she would slip right away from my grasp.

She had rejected me. She has pushed me away. She had left me for another man. She had avoided me. She had blocked me on socials.

She was running.

And now she was mine, all mine, but not in a way I imagined it to be. Not in a way that I wanted it to be.

She was lying in the bed, giving me access to her hands, to her body. But not in the way I wanted it. Not in the way it should be. Not in a coma. Not when she was carrying another man's child.

But what hurt the most was that there was a chance she had lost her memory, a chance that she wouldn't remember me, a chance that I would be a stranger again and she wouldn't look at me the same way.

All the trust would be broken. It wouldn't even exist anymore. I would just be an obsessed stranger hitting on her.

I let out a sigh, fiddling with the pen in my hand as I sat in my office, glancing at the cityscape through the glass walls.

“Are you okay?” Isaac, my friend, asked.

I hummed, nodding.

Shifting my gaze to meet his, I responded. “Do I look like I'm not?”

He stretched his hand, pointing at the files in front of me. “Well, you've not signed the papers for thirty minutes now. You were toying with the pen the whole time. Did you forget your own signature?”

“I'm just skeptical,” I lied.

“Yes. You are having second thoughts about signing a contract you've always wished for. You barely put effort into lying. Maybe try harder.”

“What are you still doing here after we finished our conversation thirty minutes ago?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “I was sitting right in front of you the whole time, and you saw what I've been doing.”

I placed my fingers on the bridge of my nose, pinching the flesh gently in frustration.

“You've not been the same for three months.”

Yes, three months. That's how long Mikaela had been in coma, and the doctors kept saying she's doing better when I could spot zero change.

“I'm fine.”

My phone rang on the desk, interrupting the conversation. Without caring to look at who it was, I grabbed it and answered the call.

“Mr. Davidson, she's regained consciousness!”

I didn't bother to respond, I ended the call immediately and scrambled for my car keys in the drawers.

“Kevin!” Isaac exclaimed.

Grabbing my keys, I stormed towards the door swiftly.

“Kev-”

I slammed the door.

In a few minutes, I arrived at the hospital and went straight to the ward.

I was aware she might not recognize me but I just had to see her. I had to hear her speak.

I twisted the door knob and entered the ward, but the sight that displayed before me made me freeze in my tracks.

A man at the edge of the bed, holding Mikaela's hands in his. She stole glances at him as if she was afraid he would bite her.

“I love you.” I heard him whisper to her.

Who was he?!

My face hardened as I approached them.

The man's neck cocked towards my direction, and as soon as I saw his face, I felt something in me snap.

Ethan Vinny.

What was he doing here? Now? And why?