Chapter 4: Insulted.

ELENA.

I didn’t sleep properly.

Every time I close my eyes. I see him.

Only him.

I see those grey eyes and how they stared at me.

I keep on hearing his voice and what he said to me. “Stay away from me El”

Why did he call me that night? how did he get my number?

These thoughts are driving me crazy.

I have work and I need to focus.

…..

The hospital felt the same as always. The smell of drugs, attending to patient and the clean atmosphere.

I feel safe as a nurse. I’ve always wanted to be a nurse since I was a kid.

And somehow that feeling should calm me, but at the moment I wasn’t feeling calm.

I moved through my duties, adjusting drips, attending to patient and checking charts like I always do.

But my mind was somewhere else.

It kept drifting back to the hotel, the engagement party and him.

“Elena.” Violet says, dragging me out of my thoughts.

I stare at her, realizing I’ve been staring at the chart for over three minutes.

“Um…yes?”

“You’ve been staring at that for over three minutes now,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re still thinking about him right?”

I sigh, gently closing the file.

“I’m trying not to, but I can’t help it.”

“Elena I told you to just let it go.” She warns softly.

“How do I let go of something I don’t understand?”

“You’ve to forget because it’s dangerous” she says. “He isn’t a man you should get involved with.”

“I’m already involved”

“That’s because you don’t want to let go.”

I didn’t give her any response, because I knew she was right but still I can’t just let it go. I need answers.

A sharp voice cuts in. “enough talking you two.”

We both turn. It’s Dr. Rex.

He walks towards us. His eyes lingering towards me before shifting away.

“You two are both aware this a hospital and not a social gathering. You’re not being paid for chitchats.

“We are very sorry sir." Violet says quickly.

“There’s a patient waiting at the VIP room 3.” He continues. “He has a minor head injury. Now one of you go and attend to him.”

“I’ll go.” I say in a low voice.

Violets turns to me. “Are you sure?”

“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”

I needed this. I needed to be distracted from him.

…..

The VIP room 3 was quiet and guarded.

There were two body guards standing close to the door, they looked terrifying.

My steps are slow as I walk towards the door.

Everything felt different.

“I’m the nurse assigned to attend to the patient” I say, trying not to show them how afraid I was by their presence.

They stare at me.

“Name?” the one at the right asked.

“Elena carter.”

They both study me for a moment before stepping aside for me to pass.

Heart beating fast as my hand grips the door handle.

I don’t know why I felt this way. 

But it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.

I push the door open and close it slowly behind me.

The moment my eyes scan through the room. Everything suddenly shifts.

No it can’t be.

My breathe catches.

It’s him.

Mr. Brandon.

He sat on the hospital couch like he owned the whole  building, his head had a small slit, resulting to the spill of blood. I don’t know why he looked incredibly hot to me at this moment.

My eyes dropped to his neck. Those tattoos. The same ones I can’t seem to forget.

My stomach drops when he looks up and our eyes meet.

And for a second I lose myself.

I felt my skin burning as I looked into his grey eyes and the thin scar across his left eyebrow.

His eyes were captivating in a very dangerous way.

“Are you going to keep staring at me?” his voice is calm with a sound of impatient. “…or treat me?”

I find myself back quickly, trying to force my legs to move. “I…I’m sorry” I say, stepping forward and close to him.

I’ve to be professional. That’s all I’ve to do right now.

I set the tray down. Picking up a cotton wool. “It’s just a minor injury you’ll be fine.” I said, examining his head.

I carefully clean the wound, with my heartbeat racing. Before applying the plaster.

I could feel his gaze on me and somehow it was making me lose focus.

This shouldn’t affect me, especially not from someone who pretends like I don’t exist.

I step back quickly once I’m done.

“You will need to take medications to ease the pain.” I say, slowly taking the drugs from the tray.

He looks at the drugs and then looks at me.

He didn’t respond to me and didn’t take the drugs either.

Instead he stood up like I was just another nurse doing her job, like I was not even in the room.

Something in me suddenly snaps.

He walks towards the door, before he could reach out for the door handle-

“What happened that night?” I let out the question sharply and quickly.

Then he freezes.

He slowly turns and finally he looks at me.

My hearts begins to pound but I don’t care anymore. “I know it was you. You were the one who took me to the hotel. What happened? What did you do to me?”

There’s a pause but then he does something unbelievable. He smirks.

“I didn’t think you would remember.”

My chest tightens. So he knows. He was just pretending all this time.

But then he says something that hits my head, “I don’t do virgins.”

I freeze. The word hits harder than I thought. I’ve been insulted and humiliated by Rita before but his words were different,  it pierced through my skin like a sharp blade.

My voice tightens. "Then why did you call me? How did you get my number?”

His expression doesn’t change. Still cold and unreadable.

“Like I said” he says slowly. “Stay away from me.”

I don’t know why his words hurt me so much. But it shouldn’t because now I know the truth.

He didn’t do anything to me. He didn’t sleep with me because I was virgin.

I let out a slow breathe, my fingers shaking.

Why does his presence affect me so much? I’ve seen a lot of handsome guys but he was different.

He stares at me one more time.

He turns slowly, before his hands could reach the door.

The door slowly opened.

“Brandon I’ve been looking for-” Rita cuts in.

Silence fills the room as her eyes lands on me. Then on Brandon. Then back to me.

“What are you doing with my fiancé?”