Chapter 7 (Shocking Revelation II)

Aurora POV

The door opened, and a man walked in carrying a suitcase. He smiled as he looked at Mr. King on the bed, bowing his head a bit.

“Good to see you, Mr. King. Hope you’ve been well.” He asked and Dexter nodded his head.

“You must be his bride; it’s nice to meet you. I am Dr. Kyle,” he said, outstretching his hand. I smiled, shaking him politely.

“Aurora,” I said. He smiled, nodding his head. Then he sat on the bed.

“Time for your monthly checkup. How do you feel, Mr. King?” he asked. 

“I feel the same way, no results. The drugs are barely doing anything, and these days I am starting to get repeated headaches, and it’s affecting my left eye; it’s sometimes hard to see,” he complained. The doctor nodded his head, checking his eyes.

“We will need to get you some glasses,” he said, and I frowned.

“Aren’t you going to do some eye test to know the cause of the headache and sudden blindness?” he asked. That was exactly what I was thinking.

“You worry too much, Mr. King; the headache is caused by stress. Sometimes it can affect your eyes if you look at too much screen. I suggest you get a lot of rest; I will have some drugs sent down later for your eyes,” he said, and he nodded his head. That is very suspicious. 

“You said you can’t feel your legs still?” he asked. He nodded his head.

“The accident really affected your legs; you just have to keep taking the drugs. I bought a refill because Mary mentioned the other one is running out,” he said, bringing out the same drug. If I check it and it has the same contents, it can only mean this doctor is part of the plan, even though it’s already obvious. He is meant to check his eyes to know the cause of the sudden headache, but he is ignoring it. Not professional at all.

“Okay,” Dexter said, and I was amazed at how he accepted it and didn’t argue. I kept watching them, and soon he left. It was just us remaining, and I looked at Dexter; his head was on the bed frame, his eyes closed. I can’t imagine what it means to him; he was walking perfectly, and all of a sudden he had an accident that cost him his leg. It is the saddest thing. I moved closer to him, and his eyes were still shut. I sat on the bed and he opened his eyes. I decided to relieve his stress by trying to massage his leg, even though he couldn’t feel it.

“What are you doing?” he snapped. I smiled.

“Massaging your legs,” I said, dumbly. He gave me a long look.

“Are you crazy?” he asked. I chuckled.

“No, but I can be crazy for you,” I said, winking. He swatted my hand away, and I sucked on my lips. Why is he always so angry? I rolled my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he asked, and I smiled.

“Of course not,” I said, standing up. I moved closer to him, cracking my hands.

“What are you doing?” He snapped, but I ignored him, putting my hands on his hair.

“Aurora,” he snapped, trying to grab me.

“Relax and breathe,” I mumbled, massaging his head softly. He mumbled under his breath, his shoulders up, but he let me be. I smiled, massaging every inch of his head, and soon I started humming. Slowly, his shoulders went down, and he closed his eyes, breathing out. My smile widened; I was happy he was relaxing and enjoying the massage. 

He started murmuring incoherent words, and soon, his head went back, and I placed my hand under his head. I looked down at him; he was asleep, and he looked very peaceful. Does this man get to sleep peacefully at all? He is confined, and I am sure he can’t do much like he used to; he has to deal with the shame of being confined and people probably not respecting him and making fun of him. I moved away from him, and I struggled to get him on his back.

“He’s so heavy,” I breathe out after struggling. I covered him up, then I sat by the bed, looking at the drugs. I really hope it’s the right one; if not, then the doctor is part of them. I picked the drugs up from the bedside table, and I opened them all, and it was the same content. 

      I looked at him, and he was sleeping soundly. Who dared to do this to him? Why do they want him confined in a wheelchair? He is probably having so much hope and depending on the drugs to make him feel better. He has no idea everything is a lie. I stood up, taking the drugs. I have to visit the doctor who treated my grandmother. He would be able to tell me what these drugs are for. I got to my room and freshened up, heading to the hospital.

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I knocked softly on the door.

“Come in,” the voice said, and I smiled, opening the door. He looked up and when his eyes were on me, he smiled widely.

“Aurora, I never thought I would see you again,” he exclaimed, and I smiled, walking toward him.

“It’s nice to see you again, Dr. James,” I said. Dr. James was the person who treated my grandmother, and he is the nicest man ever. He helped us a lot; Dad never bothered about her. We barely had money to take care of her, but he gave her the best medications and helped us clear our debt. When she died, I just couldn’t face him. It would have reminded me of the whole thing.

“I thought you never wanted to come here again,” he said, looking at me and I breathed out.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. Honestly, Dr. James was more of a father than my own father.

“It’s fine, have your seat,” he said, and I smiled, having my seat. He stood up, making tea for us and when he was done, he placed it on the chair.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, Aurora. You didn’t visit. And when I saw you, you were on the news,” he said and I breathed out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit. I just didn’t know how to face you,” I mumbled, playing with my fingers.

“I figured, but I was worried about you Aurora, your grandmother made me promise her to take care of you if she died, but you disappeared off the surface of the earth, not picking my calls,” he said and I was feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. He breathed out.

“It’s alright, I am glad you are okay,” he said, smiling. 

“But what are you doing here? I know you didn’t come to see this old man’s face,” he said, and I chuckled. I brought out the drugs.

“Can you tell me what pill they are? Wrong content,” I said, giving it to him. He collected the drugs, opening all the containers.

“This two, I have to run it with the medical review officer, but this one, I recognise the content. It’s for aging people with bad eyesight that affects the brain and causes headaches and migraines,” he said and I gulped.

“What happens if someone who is young and has normal eyesight abuses it?” I asked.

“Slowly, their eyesight goes bad, they start experiencing mild and sometimes total blindness, with recurrent headaches and this pills so so toxic when abused, because it would affect the heart and causes kidney stones, the patient either goes permanently blind or dies with a heart disease,” he said and my mouth hung opened in shock. Who wants him dead?!