Chapter 8 Pretty Lady

The door opened and an Amelia came in, grace noted how pretty she was, her bouncing blonde hair was cut into a clean bob, She had on a classy cream suit that she folded at the wrists, exposing a beautiful gold watch. Grace noticed that her nails were painted a striking red that also matched her lips. making Grace feel plain in comparison. She walked purposefully to where Nicko was standing, kissed him on the lips, and put her hands on his waist.

“Darling, James said I will find you here, I didn’t know you had a meeting,” giving Grace the up-and-down look, clearly not impressed.

“Amelia this is Grace, Grace this is Amelia my fiancee.” a pale-looking Nicko said, finally finding his voice and introducing the two ladies.

Grace felt like someone had punched the air out of her. she felt hot and nauseated. The room started spinning, and everything turned blank.

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When Grace came to. she was laying in her bed, she could feel the soft covers from earlier. she tried to get up but her head felt like it would split in half. she lay back on the pillow again. she tried to remember and when she did, that tightening feeling in her chest came back. she held her chest. a man approached her bed and looked at her. she didn't recognize his face.

"Who are you?" her throat was dry and it felt painful to talk.

"I'm Victor Logan. Miss, I'm your New Doctor."

"Oh." she felt tired as she looked around the room.

"Mr. Meyer went out, would you like me to call him for you?" he noticed she was searching for something or rather someone.

the doctor started writing something on a piece of paper then nodded and left the room. she closed her eyes then and opened them when she heard the door open.

It was Nicko. she turned to look at him. there were tears in his eyes, he looked like he had the world on his shoulders. he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"How are you feeling?" he was looking at her head

"You had a nasty fall earlier, the doctor said you hit your head." "Grace I'm so sorry." he sounded desperate.

"My head is a little sour...I'm just happy to see you."

she reached for his hand.

He got up and cleared his throat.

" While you were out, the doctor took some blood samples for testing." He looked at her then, his hands in his pockets.

she stared in disbelief, she wanted to say something but the words got stuck in her throat. nothing came out.

"We should have the results in a day or two..." she turned to her side, closed her eyes, and completely ignored him. he approached the bed and touched her gently on her shoulder

"we will talk about this when you feel better."

and then he left the room. when she heard the door close shut, the tears that she'd been holding busted out. she felt like her world was crumbling around her. she cried into her pillow until she fell asleep.