Chapter 12

The nurse smiled sympathetically as he approached Becky's bedside. "Okay, now that you're feeling a bit better, I need to take some blood for a few tests," he said, preparing the equipment.

Becky's expression turned skeptical. "Is it really necessary? I'm fine now. My memory's back, and I just want to get out of here," she said, trying to pull her arm away.

The nurse gently held her arm in place. "I'm afraid it's necessary, Becky. We need to run some tests to make sure you're okay. Just a small prick, and it'll be over soon," he reassured her.

Becky sighed, reluctantly agreeing to the test. As the nurse took her blood, she winced slightly at the needle's pinch.

The nurse then handed her a small cup. "Now, I need you to pee into this cup for a urine test," he said with a friendly smile.

Becky took the cup, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Okay, got it," she said, heading towards the toilet.

As she locked the door behind her, Becky caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked tired, her skin pale. She felt a wave of hurt wash over her, remembering the confrontation with Ellen and William's indifference about getting her fired. She wished this was all just a bad dream, that she could wake up and everything would be okay.

She stared at her reflection, feeling the weight of her emotions. "Why did it have to be like this?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt the exhaustion and pain overwhelm her.

For a moment, Becky just stood there, letting the emotions wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

She knew she needed to get through this, to face whatever lay ahead. With a sigh, she began to collect her thoughts and prepare for the test, her heart still heavy with sorrow and frustration.

Hours ticked by, the silence in the room punctuated only by the occasional beep of the machines monitoring Becky's vital signs.

She sat in the bathroom, collecting her thoughts, trying to process the events that had transpired. Finally, she emerged with the urine sample, handing it over to the nurse with a quiet nod.

The nurse took the cup from her, his expression professional. "Thank you, Becky. I'll get this sent off to the lab," he said, before leaving the room.

As the door closed behind him, Becky's gaze wandered around the room. The window was open, allowing a gentle breeze to stir the curtains.

The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, a sterile scent that seemed to permeate every hospital room. Becky's eyes landed on the bed, and she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She lay down, her body sinking into the mattress.

As she gazed up at the ceiling, Becky's mind began to wander. She wished she could just close her eyes and wake up to a different reality. One where William was still standing in front of her, looking at her lovingly, his eyes filled with the same affection they once shared. One where they were still married, and the pain of the past few days was just a bad dream.

She imagined the pinch of his fingers on her skin, the warmth of his touch, the gentle tone of his voice. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt the longing deep within her. Why couldn't things go back to the way they were? Why did everything have to change?

The sound of the wind outside and the hum of the hospital machines created a soothing background noise, but Becky's heart remained heavy with sorrow. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall silently down her cheeks, her mind trapped in the memories of what once was.

Becky's phone suddenly lit up, breaking the silence in the room. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the screen. A notification from her new workplace caught her attention.

A sense of dread washed over her as she realized she was supposed to be at work today. If it weren't for the accident, she would have been sitting at her desk, trying to navigate her new role.

A knot formed in her stomach as she opened the notification. The heading made her heart sink: "Termination of Employment Contract".