Risky Choices

He placed the plate of jello by her side and watched her eat slowly.

“Can I ask some questions?” She asked, her voice small and shaky.

Doctor Morgan moved uncomfortably on the chair he sat on.

“You don't need to now. Just eat and rest. You need a lot of it” he tried to hush her.

She smiled and scooped a spoon into her mouth, her face grimacing in slight disgust.

The doctor laughed out loud.

“Hospital food isn't the best medicine for the body but you will survive” he said to her.

He checked her vitals and began to walk out of the office when her voice rang out behind him, a little louder than normal.

“What happened to him? Alfred? My parents? Did they know I had an accident?” Then her voice broke slightly as she added “Did anyone ever come to visit me while I was here?”

The old man stood, divided by emotion and duty.

He couldn't risk her going into another coma but he had to warn her.

“Sometimes little one, we are better off alone in the world” he replied.

She nodded.

A strong cry rose to her throat, making her almost choke on the jello.

She was alone.

But she didn't know the full story yet.

“Can I have a phone or something? I need to know what is going on in my company at least” she requested innocently.

The man turned to face her.

If only she knew what had gone down the drain this past month she had been unconscious.

“I don't think you would be needing that” he said gently.

She frowned.

“Why?” She asked.

He took a deep inhale and moved back to her side, then he told her the whole story.

Everything……including the part he had played.

“Right now, all we need to do is find a way to keep you safe” he concluded.

“Safe?? Is that ever going to be possible? Will I ever enjoy the feel of life in this world?” She sobbed, her heart shattered at all she had learned.

“You will survive. You are a fighter…….you will live” he encouraged but she didn't need motivational quotes at this point.

“I need to see my parents” she said suddenly.

The doctor stared at her like the coma had fried some part of her brain.

“They think you are still in a coma, Selena wants me to pull the plug and you willingly want to go inform them you are alive. Are you crazy?” He almost yelled.

He wasn't just scared for her…….he was scared for himself.

What if they decided to hurt him or his family for treating her back to life?

Selena had threatened him for fuck sake.

“I would rather be dead than live in hiding. I just want to look my parents in the eye and ask them if they had really wanted me dead. I need to meet with my board of directors to get my company back, I worked years under the sun and sweat to build everything Alfred took from me” she cried.

“But you have to stay alive. You can always start from scratch, I can help you, I still have the money they paid me, you can start a whole new life with it just don't do something silly” he cautioned.

She shook her head.

“I have endured enough from them……..I have sacrificed enough for them, my body, my life, my time, my love and now my company……I can't let them keep taking from me” she argued.

Her chest tightened each time Alfred's thought and face flashed through her mind.

The pain of imagining that the only man she had ever loved……would have sacrificed her life for had ordered for her death was driving her crazy.

She had given everything……everything she could ever give, even to Selena…..she had given her a kidney, what more did they want her to do before they could approve of her, let her live in perfect peace.

Her teeth tightened against her jaw.

She was done running.

No one was going to take her company from her…….that was the only thing she had left of her own and she was going to fight for it.

“So what do you do now?” Doctor Morgan asked.

“I must fight for what belongs to me” she repeated, her gaze distant and empty.

He stared at her for a while and shook his head.

This wasn't the drama he had signed up for when he thought to become a doctor.

If she really wanted to get herself killed then she could be his guest.

“Then I will leave you to do your thinking” his voice sounded tired as his shoulders drooped in resignation.

“When would you be leaving?” He asked.

“Tonight” she said.

He inhaled deeply again.

There was no arguing with a broken woman.

Her wounds were almost still fresh but he knew she wouldn't listen to his protests so he didn't bother bringing it up.

“Alright” he said and shut the door slowly behind him.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

“What?” The voice on the other end snapped at him.

“She is awake” he said.

He heard their breath catch for a long 2 seconds then the connection disconnected.

He shrugged again.

He was done with this shitty drama.