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Treacherous Chapter 11
Rachel's POV The next day, the four of us gathered in the resident’s lounge. While Henry and I were changing into our scrubs, Emilia was getting ready to go home after a long night shift. Beside her, Mark had passed out on the locker door after coming back from a long surgery. “I want to kill him.” I said as I shut my locker door with a bang. Mark - who was resting his head against the locker beside mine - shook out of his trance at once and yelped in surprise. “Jesus, what the hell?” he scowled at me and placed his hand over his chest. Henry chuckled, “Go home, Mark. I’m sure Doctor Merch can manage one day without you.” Mark had a night shift the previous night which meant he had the day off. But much to our surprise, he was hell bent on working today too. Among us, Henry and I were the ones who always insisted on working more at the hospital. The both of us were very workaholic and extremely introverted, so naturally, our social life was cut down to a bare minimum. In that res
Treacherous Chapter 12
Rachel's POV We got pulled into an emergency trauma surgery right when we were about to leave the hospital and that delayed things for worse. By the time we were let off the hook, it was almost ten and we simply changed plans and decided to go to a club rather than a bar. I wasn’t a fan of clubs - the loud music and crowds were not really my thing - but after enduring a tiring week, I thought clubbing could help me blow off some of my heat in its busy vibe. Amy was a sweetheart and never complained about our change in plans. Amy had never been particular about things like me. While I never openly declared my disapproval, I had always tormented myself with the disappointment that things didn’t go my way and simply didn’t understand how people like Amy could move on so quickly. It was something I really wanted to change about myself because it brought harmony to nobody. In fact, it was beginning to pose as a self-destructive trait as I was essentially ruining my chance at having a fu
Treacherous Chapter 13
Rachel's POV“I can’t believe you did that,” I didn’t waste any time after we entered our flat. “I was out with friends, Alan. With friends!”“Would you even let me explain?” He asked calmly, clearly contrasting my pitch.My expression didn’t budge but my glare hadn’t intensified either. Sensing that it was my way of acknowledging his request, he proceeded with a huge sigh.“Last night, I got a call from Douglas. From our conversation, it just seemed to me that he hated the idea of I being married to you and that led him to dislike you too - as you’re my wife.” I said. “I was worried ever since. My mind has been on that thing for the entire day and even when I came home and didn’t find you here.“So naturally, I was fucking tensed. I called up Jason to check if you were in the hospital but a nurse told us that you went out with your colleagues. And to make matters worse, you went to the Club that Douglas owns.”My eyes widened in surprise. Alan had revealed to me on our wedding night
Treacherous Chapter 14
Not even coffee was going to help me.Until yesterday night, I was certain that I had lost contact with the word hangover because it had been ages since I last indulged myself in alcohol consumption.More often than not, I was a responsible drinker - I usually never made it past two drinks. On the occasions that I did get past two drinks, I learned to handle the alcohol uncommonly well. I was never fond of drinking anyway, so I seldom had any trouble dealing with its after-effects.It was quite odd that for being someone who always sought an escape, I never quite used alcohol as an aid.Well, it was mostly because I wanted to avoid creating more problems for myself. In that area, my plate was quite full. Drinking obviously created issues —ranging from a mild hangover to liver cirrhosis.But last night had clearly been an exception. I was drunk out of my mind. But boy, was it liberating. Just putting all the worries aside, all the troubles and stress - and merely focussing on relieving
Treacherous Chapter 15
Rachel's POV “Great work, Dr.Windsor. You’re going be one hell of a surgeon.” I never deemed myself accomplished until I impressed the people around me who let me help them. Hearing words like that from my mentor, I allowed myself to feel proud of my actions once in a while. At the end of the day, it’s not the hardships that you had to go through to get here that shows, it’s the skill you portray in those few hours in the OR, holding a scalpel over someone - about to save their life. That’s what makes every bit of the journey to becoming a doctor worth it. “I’m glad I could be of help.” I smiled back at Dr.Degrassee as both of us got rid of our surgical masks and gloves. “We should head back downstairs and inform the family that the surgery went well. I want you to tell them personally that you indeed saved that woman’s life.” "Helped save her life.” That earned me a chuckle from him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll take some credit too.” I had always admired Dr.Degrassee for this trait of h
Treacherous Chapter 16
Rachel's POV Perturbation of the highest order dominated me. I was baffled at the new reality I was facing and not a trace of an idea was bearing inside my mind that could help solve the situation at hand. What was I to make of this? “You said I’m out of danger for as long as he didn’t know me.” I muttered. “What happens now? Is he going to kill me? Can he really do that? Would he?” His eyes widened when he noticed how agonized I was. Seemingly ruled by protective instinct, he drew closer to me. “No, I’m not going to let him lay a finger on you." He promised. “I don’t trust you.” I said as I pulled away from him. Though seated on the same bed, I felt miles away from him. Through blurred eyes, I could detect a sense of hurt cross his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. I knew that it was a brutal thing to say but it was true and he ought to know that. All he's ever done till now was let me down. There was no way I'd give him my trust unless he earned it himself in righteous ways.
Treacherous Chapter 17
Rachel's POV I was surprised with myself when his words indeed pushed another strong dose of adrenaline through my body. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be more terrified than I already was, and due to the impact, I shot up to sit on the bed. “I can’t, Alan, I-” “It’s going to be fine.” He cut me off, but not coldly as he usually does. He sounded soft, the tone he used when he revealed his secret to me on the night of our wedding. “Rachel, you are going to be fine.” He was now kneeling before me and I noticed that his hand was itching to clasp mine. Although my mind was still a wreck of thoughts, I knew that dodging their advances would only put me in more trouble, the best I could possibly do at the moment was not to give them more excuses to hate me. Noticing my apprehension, Alan dared to hold my hand finally and the warmth of it engulfed me like a protective shield. Sighing, he leaned in slightly and spoke in a low tone, “And I’m going to be right beside you. She just
Treacherous Chapter 18
Rachel's POV Following the uneventful encounter with Douglas and his family, things had surprisingly started to simmer down. Easier than I had expected, both Alan and I had managed to fall into a quiet routine. After the initial shock had subsided, I’d begun to grasp the situation. Since I was no foreigner to acceptance, I had little difficulty in moving on from it. It didn’t mean that I no longer felt threatened to stay alone anywhere, but that notion wasn’t damaging my regular life as much as I’d expected it to. Alan was pleasantly taken aback with this, he had said earlier, as he had expected me to live in that trauma for at least a few weeks. Our conversations were always limited, but one particular evening, he made time to check up on how I was doing, and that was when he affirmed this. Like myself, Alan was a busy man. As expected of him considering his profession, he had barely any time for endeavours that people tend to do in their free time. Like a young trainee at the hos
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