The Death of Flora

Jack was about to visit his doll when he felt something unfamiliar in the air. It felt as if an outsider was wandering in his house. Feeling uncomfortable, he rushed to Flora's chamber to find her vomiting black, thick blood. "Flora!" He cried, refusing to believe. She looked pale as a corpse. And then, she fainted like a dead flower. It was clear that she was dying. Jack held her shouting her name in vain. So he carried her in his strong arms and hurried to his RangeRover. In minutes, Flora was in the ER getting diagnosed. After minutes a doctor came out of the ER asking for the patient's family. Jack jumped from his seat:

- I am her husband! Doctor, what the hell is wrong with her?!

The Doctor tried his best to conceal his disdain for that wife-bitter:

- Did you know about your wife's health condition, sir?

- What health condition?

- Her stomach cancer.

- Yes, I did. The doctor said she won't be able to live more than six months.

- Sorry?! Well, can I ask you then why a terminally ill woman is not getting her treatments?!

- Her physician said her condition is so bad that she won't be able to live long even after treatment. So, we decided to let her live her days in peace.

The Doctor was on the edge of a mental breakdown. Not once in his life did he see a sick man like this psychopath!

- Sir, I don't know how you were treating the poor thing! But I am telling you: Due to your abuse, her condition has declined so sharply that we don't think she can make it out alive!

Jack's jaw dropped. He collapsed on his chair, looking pale and doomed. He finally managed to say:

- We were looking for a new stomach for her. Her physician told me we could save her if we found her a new stomach. I used all my power for this and spent a fortune! I know we are so close to finding the organ she needs! She can't die now!

- Sir, finding a donor usually takes much more than two months. In her case, you had to allow her treatment while looking for a donor.

The medic spoke in a soft tone. He thought that Jack was a good husband misled by a stupid physician, and maybe he had nothing to do with the scars of his wife. It was logical that this handsome young husband who looked worried to death over his beloved wife was a good soul. But the medic was fatally wrong.

Although the words of the ER doctor were sober and wise, Jack broke into laughter. It was not a mocking laugh, nor a laugh of deny and regret. It was a devilish one:

- Donar my as*! We are not looking for a donor, dear Doctor. All I need is a suitable organ. I will take it from his owner whether he is willing to give it or not.

The medic's blood ran cold in his veins. He saw the red Satan in the eyes of Jack! He could not help trembling from terror as Jack stood from his chair and approached him saying:

- So dear Doctor, you better do your best to keep her alive until then.

- But... But... Her condition is really serious. I will still do my best to...

- Shhhhhh. Dear Doctor, I do believe you are not fully aware of the situation. Your life and the life of your loved ones depend on the life of my dear Flora. If she dies, you die. If she lives, you live and get pampered by my gratitude gifts. Am I being clear?

- Sir, I beg your understanding! I am no God! I can't bring to life someone dying!

- That is none of my business. Go back to the ER now. And find the reason why she collapsed.

- Her body is in a hideous state! Of course she would collapse!

- No, stupid! Her physician checked on her regularly so I do not pass my limits during our playtime. It is impossible that she suddenly collapses like this out of nothing.

- Sh*t...

- I bet you come to understand the situation. Do you?

-...

Overwhelmed, the poor Doctor was not able to reply. He shook his head and went back to the emergency room. He asked for some tests. And after seeing the results, he realized the truth.

Doctor Jade was an honest man. He understood what kind of hell the woman was living with that psycho maniac. And he truly desired to help her. Yet thinking about his two young sons and his gentle wife, his heart twisted. If he helped the woman escape her hell, he would be the one going there. After one hour of soul agony and overthinking, he made up his mind.

In this city, the Mafia can overpower the police themselves. Yet, Jade resolved to call them and help the woman flee!

With shaking hands, he took the phone. But he stopped calling when a silver-eyed gentleman came into his office. The man closed the door after checking the outside, where his guards are waiting. Then, he asked Jade softly:

- You weren't just about calling the police? Did you?

Thinking he is one of Jack's people, Jade was in a horrible scare.

The silver-eyed man read the expression of Jade and cried:

- Are you trying to suicide Doctor Jade?!

- No! I wasn't about to call them!

- Who are you fooling Doctor Jade?! For God's sake! You know that this maniac Jack is the mafia boss! And you know that the mafia is controlling this city's police!

- Aren't you one of his?

- Do I look like one of his?

- Did I meet you before? You look kinda familiar...

The silver-eyed man laughed. His laugh wasn't wicked as that of Jack. But it was intimidating more than it:

- You met me on your first day here, Jade. Can't you remember?

After a long moment, memories crossed Jade's mind. He whispered:

- That is impossible! You are Mister Claude Knightly, the owner of this hospital!

- Correct, I am. I rarely come, given my other businesses. Yet, I know what is happening in my territory. That sick Jack probably is terrorizing you. Isn't he?

- Yes! Oh, sir! I can't describe to you how horrible this was!

- You can rest reassured. I won't allow him to touch one of your own. I have already asked my men to protect your family. You have to leave this wicked mafia city. I will help you settle down in another place far away from here. Are you okay with this?

- How won't I be?! But sir! What about that poor woman? Can't you save her, I beg you?! I have never seen such a miserable situation in my life!

- She has to die.

- Beg your pardon?!

- She has to die. She suffered enough.

- You want me to allow her suicide to succeed?! I do not deserve to be a doctor if I do so!

- Suicide? No, Jade. It is not suicide. That poison she drank is her only ticket to freedom. Jack won't give up torturing her unless she dies. So may she die!

Jade began realizing the plan of Claude. He shook his head and said:

- If that's what you aim to do, then I have to delay my runaway. Else, Jack would find out.

- This is a major risk to take, Jade.

- Won't it be helpful?

- Yes. But I don't want to risk...

- It is okay, sir. I am determined.

- I see... That is a noble act, doctor.

So after five hours, Jade came out of the emergency room and announced to Jack:

- The lady poisoned herself. The drug she used is common among meds. Probably, she stole it from her physician.

- That reckless son of h*e! Shouted Jack. If she dies, I will cut his f*cking head!

- I am sorry, sir.

Jack's heart stopped beating hearing the doctor apologizing. He lost many of his people. He knew well what would come after the apology of a doctor. He murmured:

- No... no... No! Don't say it! Don't! I will massacre you if you say it!

- I am sorry, sir. She drank a lot of poison.

- No...

- She vomited a lot of blood.

- No... Stop!

- And we weren't able to bring her back to life.

- For God's sake stop! No...

- Madame Flora Black died one minute ago.

-NOOOO!

Jack cried from the bottom of his lungs. Is this a nightmare? It can't be true, isn't it? It can't be true! The only woman he ever loved died! And because of his recklessness! His precious tresor, his passion, his love, his agony, his everything... died?

- I don't believe you, doctor. I don't..

Jack kept murmuring like a madman till the doctor said:

- You may feel better if you meet her for the last time, sir. I know how hard it is to be parted from a beloved wife. I wasn’t able to accept my first wife’s tragic end, till I kissed her one last time.

Jack looked at the doctor tearfully then he went into the ER. He took a deep breath and reached for the door's handle, trying to push away thoughts of what might be on the other side. Jack ordered the nurses to get out. Then, he sat by Flora's bed and took her hand. Her face was peaceful and calm, her lips blue, her chicks white as snow, her hand freezing. He kissed her. Her lips, which used to be burning hot, were now cold as a piece of ice:

- My dear sweet Flora. What happened to you? Oh, my beautiful doll! How come you are that cold?! My dear! Wake up, please! Allow me to see your eyes for one last time! I promise I will treat you much better! I promise I will make you happy! I will teach you how to enjoy the playtime and I will make you do it! It will be alright! You will be happy by my side! Please wake up and I promise I will take care of your heart and soul...

He sobbed like a child losing his mother. He didn't care if his men outside heard him crying. All he cared about was Flora. And Flora is dead. He caressed her face and hair while weeping hard. His tears fell on the dead corpse like rain on the steel. It was useless. All his tears and promises are now useless.

After sobbing for long minutes, Jack went berserk. He destroyed the room and threatened the corpse of flora to push her to wake up. Then, he wept again till collapsing to the ground.

Finally, Jack got clear-headed. Flora is dead. She is gone forever, and he can't get her back. All he can do now is avenging her death.

Jack stood up from the floor and kissed his wife for the last time, whispering to her:

- Rest in peace, my sweetheart. Your beloved husband will avenge your death as he should.

Jeff felt relieved when he saw Jack coming out of the room. It was a long day for his boss. And he looked tired as hell. Yet, his eyes were still frightening as always:

- Jeff, he called.

- Your orders, Boss!

- Get me that doctor alive. I will not allow the burial of my wife before Vendetta. Her killer shall be massacred!

Jack went back to the room of Flora. Meanwhile, some of his men went with Jeff to bring the doctor.

After some minutes, Jeff came in, bringing Jade. Jack looked confused for a moment then he laughed:

- Not that doctor you stupid! I meant the one whom I employed to take care of her quotidian health, yet, he allowed her to suicide!

- Ah! I am so stupid, Boss! I will go for gripping his soul immediately.

- Bring him alive! I will be the one taking his useless soul.

- And what about this doctor?

- Let him be. He did his best to save her. He worked hard and I respect those working hard for me.

Jade felt like a weight off his shoulders. He came to breathe again, still unable to believe he made it out alive:

- Since we met again Doctor, Jack said, tell me how to surpass the grieve.

- I would say that pain will never go away. But, people manage to cope with it.

- How brutally honest...