로그인“Dr. Gascon?” I looked up to see Brandon's driver standing behind me. “Mr. McClean asked me to drive you back to the hotel or anywhere you would like to go,” he said politely. I thought about blowing him off and just calling my assistant Freddie, but decided against it. There was no reason to make this man's life miserable. So I nodded and allowed myself to be driven back to the hotel. But as I stepped out of the car, I saw John's smallish frame lurking about. I tried to avoid him but he had already seen me. “Dr. Gascon!” I rolled my eyes and flashed him a smile, pretending that I was pleased to see him. “Hi, John.” “You don't have to pretend that you're happy to see me, Salma. We are past that.” “What is it you need this time?” I asked him. “Why don't we have breakfast together?” he asked me. “I don't know,” I said, “I wouldn't want anyone to mistake us for lovers.” He laughed, “Very funny.” We entered the hotel's restaurant and ordered a meal. I watched him quietly as I
Salma “Then I guess you can forget the private jet this morning!” he screamed, pressing me against the door. “No one wants your stupid private…” His tongue was in my mouth—uninvitedly plundering into the mouth and yet I did not push him away. It was only when a moan escaped my mouth that I realised what I was doing and stopped. “How dare you?” I accused him. “Don't pretend like you don't want me, Salma,” he said, looking into my eyes with unbridled lust. “Why do you have to be stubborn?” “I can't… I can't deal with you right now,” I said, trying to leave the room, but he had both his arms on the door while my body was stuck in between. There was nowhere for me to go. “We are going to stay here and fight this out,” he said, “you're not leaving until…” “So you're just going to kidnap me now? That's what you do now? Kidnap women?” “What is your problem Salma?” he demanded, “how come you're impossible to…” “I need to fucking leave so let me go,” I said, cutting him off, “if you
SalmaI woke up the next morning groggy and even more exhausted than the night before. I saw the chandelier floating in front of my face and I was not immediately alarmed because it looked familiar. I had woken up in this bed before, even the bed felt familiar. I blinked several times, trying to wake myself up properly, then I stretched my right arm and I did not hit the bed—I hit something or someone hard. I turned, immediately alarmed, and right beside me was a man. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath. I had somehow ended up in bed again with Brandon. I felt overwhelming shame at first that I had not had the self-control to push him away when he had kissed me. My head began to ring with a tremendous headache as flashes of the night filtered through my memory. I had been unable to sleep. Then I went downstairs, rummaging through the parking lot when I saw Brandon. Then we went for a late-night drive to clear our minds, somehow ended up in a bar to celebrate the transplant, then… “
BrandonJosephine’s eyes were flashing with fury. I could not understand what I had done so wrong to deserve such a look from her. “I don’t understand,” and I was a little offended too. Since I had discovered that Leona had cancer, I had done everything I could to be there for her and our daughter. “If you are going to break her heart again, just let her be,” Josephine sounded frustrated too, “since I met her all she can do is talk about you and how you broke her heart but you did more than that, Brandon. You broke her and she was healing and then you come back into her life and everything goes downhill again.” “That is a bit of an unfair assessment…” “Is it?” she cut me off midsentence, “stop toying with her feelings, Brandon. She deserves better than that.” “I am not toying with her feelings,” I felt the need to defend myself. Josephine raised an eyebrow, “So what are you doing with her? Do you love her? Why won't you tell her why you left her abruptly five years ago?” “It's…
Brandon“Don’t pretend like you give a damn about me,” Salma stormed off angrily. I looked at Elaine, wondering if she had no context for social and emotional cues. “I brought food for both of you…” she began to say but I cut her off, “never show up in front of Salma again. She’s been through enough.” I tried to walk away afterwards but she held onto my arm, “What about me?” she asked, “Have I not been through enough? What is so wrong about loving you?” I said nothing but only freed myself from her hold and walked out on her, hoping that I could still catch up with Salma. I got to her in time, just as she was about to enter a car. “Wait,” I said to her, “I’m sorry about…” “I don’t want to hear it,” she replied, “you’ve spent most of the day with me, you can go be with your pregnant fiancée.” “She’s not…” “I don’t care.” She was about to enter the car when I held her back by holding her hand, “What about my mom?” I asked, “Won’t you say hi to her?” I could see on her face tha
SalmaIt was a very quiet three hours. Time passed slowly as the IV bag emptied. I watched in a blur as nurses came in and out of Leona’s room; as Dr. Hans walked in occasionally to check her vitals. I was scared. Scared that something could suddenly go wrong but nothing did. And when Dr. Hans finally announced three hours later that the transplant was done, I still did not sigh in relief. Instead, it was a different type of anxiety that clouded my thoughts. “Is that it?” Brandon asked quietly, still staring at Leona’s IV line as if expecting something more to happen. Dr. Hans nodded, “Yes. The infusion is complete.”Brandon and I exchanged looks before shifting our gaze to Leona. I looked at Leona. She was still asleep. She had not woken up even once this morning and that made me anxious even though I knew it was perfectly normal. “Why does it not feel like anything happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Dr. Hans gave a small, understanding smile. “The real work be
Salma“Be a good girl, okay? No running around,” I said, pinching my baby's cheeks. I kissed her on the forehead and smiled graciously at the nurse who had offered to keep an eye on her for me.“Bye, mummy,” Leona's voice warmed my heart and I gave her another kiss. “Bye, sweetheart.” I walked aw
Salma “We'll take a thirty-minute break and then convene in the surgical simulation lab,” Dr Allison said and one by one the room began to empty out. “Dr. Langhorn, I would like you to stay behind,” Dr. Allison told a doctor who was about to step out. He waited until the room was basically empty.
Brandon I came into the hospital through the front entrance which was my first mistake as the place was filled with people in various stages of sickness, all waiting to see a doctor. I looked around, a little lost as to where to set foot or go. “Excuse me, sir?” A nurse walked up to me, “Are you
Salma The ring of my alarm woke me up and I was immediately greeted with a throbbing headache. This was not at all what I had bargained for. I rolled on the bed and realised I had hit someone warm and strong. I pulled the sheets off my body and looked beside me. There in my bed was a stranger. I