Rachel’s POVThere was an unknown hesitation in me that didn’t allow me to acknowledge him. Why I felt the fear was beyond my understanding. Perhaps it was my subconscious preventing me from looking at him, although my racing heart was looking for him to sate its pace. Deeply buried, a memory from when I last saw him. It was then that I had slipped into the darkness. The vacuum of nothingness.Long after Henry and Emilia exited the room, I refused to turn my head toward the door. Waiting for his touch, I stared blankly at the wall clock. But it never came.Giving up, at last, I desperately let my eyes search for him. Looming over my figure by my side, he stared at me. There was a look of restored hope in his face, as though he was watching a miracle unfold before his eyes. Utterly heartbroken, his face spoke to me of his exhaustion and grief and that seemed to paralyze him momentarily.After his initial shock seemed to subside, he took a seat beside my bed. Carefully then, he reached
Alan's POV While I waited for the news of Rachel’s surgery, Emilia, Henry and Mark decided to accompany me. The four of us were in a similar mental state dominated by angst and fear, and the only person keeping us from sinking into waters of lost faith was Dylan. Though I hadn’t acknowledged his involvement then, I have grown to appreciate his support more than anything. From a distance, I could recognise Emilia and Dylan approaching me. Their faces showed evident exhaustion after a tiring day, supplemented by sleep deprivation. Soon enough, they reached me and propelled down beside me. Emilia took the spot beside my seat and Dylan, the one beside her’s. “Is she asleep yet?” I asked as I peeked at the view of her tired face. “Finally,” She nodded, “She was exhausted. She’s not showing it but I could sense that she was in a lot of pain. Pain meds don’t ease everything.” Dylan wrapped an arm around her and drew her closer to himself, “Good thing she’s asleep then, yeah? She won’t fe
Alan's POV“Oh, my God,” Rachel’s mother froze in her step at the sight of her daughter. Beside her, her husband mirrored her expression of absolute astonishment.“Rachel...” She frantically cried and rushed to her side, “Oh, my God, look at you.”Seeing as her father wanted to have a closer look at his daughter for himself, I quietly stepped back to stand by my mother, "Rachel, are you alright? How are you feeling?”The new found love and affection in her parents caught her completely off guard. Looking quizzically at me, her eyes sought answers regarding how to proceed with her situation at hand. It was perhaps the first time she was watching her mother cry for her and that essentially caused a wave of panic to rush through her.“Mom,” She hurried to say, “Mom, I’m okay. I’m completely fine, please don’t panic.”“Oh, my God, am I scaring you? I’m sorry, Rachel, I just-”“Mrs Windsor, it’s alright.” Emilia spoke, “Rachel is fine. She’ll get better in the next few days. I assure you s
RachelMy eyes widened in disbelief when I looked at the screen. Three brand new emails had made their way into my mailbox last week and I had finally kept some time aside this weekend to respond to them. All of them had the same message - that they would be pleased to have me as their Cardio Fellow.To be honest, I wasn’t counting on Ingard and Boston Medical to even consider me for the job, let alone offer me one. Hence, I assumed that the only option available for me was to continue my service at Weston Hale Memorial hospital here in New York. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling about this.“What’s wrong?” Alan asked as he walked toward me with two cups of coffee in his hands. After placing them by my side, he hovered over me to peek a glance at the screen.It had become his routine to make me breakfast and coffee every morning. Ever since I was discharged from the hospital two months ago, Alan had made sure he was doing everything he could to give me a smooth recovery period.Knowing
Alan's POV “Well, I can’t say she’s the best choice for you, but I do know that she’s better than most of our other options.” Seated across my father, my mother gazed out of the glass that separated the street from the inside of the restaurant with evident disappointment etched on her face. For a couple who were always perceived as being like-minded, my parents surely weren't on the same page on several occasions. Today was no different. Realising that he was nowhere close to winning her approval on the matter, his shoulders slightly slumped down. He looked visually defeated but he was much prideful to give up so soon. I reckoned that was something I always had in common with him and I was yet to be sure if it were a good or a bad thing. “I don't have a good feeling about this, Kevin.” She said, refusing to look at any of us. “He’s in such a dangerous and tiring field already. Don’t you think he deserves to choose his own wife? Someone, he’ll be spending the rest of his life with?”
Rachel's POV Unlike an early growing abdominal cyst, the Volvo XC 60 that pulled up in front of my house was clearly standing out to my naked eye. My neighbourhood was vainly posh yet when I spotted the extravagance on wheels, I was strangely taken aback. The little chunk of hope lingering in my heart pumped itself out upon the sight. Dismayed, I turned away from the window and sighed to myself. As my chances of escaping this situation were slimmer than finding a cure for racism, this was bound to happen. I had clearly been a fool to have hoped for a miracle. Unsurprisingly, I heard my mother’s voice from below, “Hurry up, Rachel, he’s here!” “Give me a second!” Stealing a last look at myself in the mirror, I acknowledged that there was no way I’d have bothered to dress up so well if I weren’t forced into it. I’ve never appreciated fancy dinners, more so for first dates, as my inclination was more on the casual side. Naturally, picking out a red cocktail dress was a rare event in
Rachel's POV Convinced that he was perhaps not in the habit of sexualising women, I peeled my eyes away from him but he was much too swift. Locking his eyes with me, he frowned, “Is everything alright?” He asked, “No, it’s perfect,” I shrugged, “My dream first date.” With a blank look, he heaved a sigh. I could notice that my sarcasm was beginning to frustrate him, but I enjoyed seeing him struggle. For all I cared, he completely deserved it. “Do you disapprove of the place?” “I disapprove of you pursuing me.” “You sure about that decision even after seeing me?” He asked. Although he was joking, I wasn’t sure if my sex drive would approve of turning him down. But his arrogance put me off, and it was so out of his character. “Seen better.” That earned me a chuckle from him as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table.“Well, why are you here if you’re not interested? Would’ve saved us both time and trouble.” “If it were that simple, I wouldn’t be here, trust me.” He loo
Rachel's POV Dinner with Alan had been an enervating affair, more exhausting than open-heart surgery. In retrospect, surgeries have guided steps, protocols and superior mentors to aid us in time of crisis. Such was not the case with dating. I lacked the first-hand experience, knowledge and prowess in the field of dating. When thrown into a problematic situation, my brain was as young as a new born’s. I was entirely powerless against his arguments, and there was nobody to turn to for help. Once closed, I rested my head against the door and let out a long sigh of exhaustion. Noises from the dining room were beckoning me to follow and thus I took the call. Upon entering, I caught sight of a long dinner table situated accurately at the centre of the room. There was not a hint of dust on the floor nor the dinner table, and the immaculate surrounding intimidated my posture, forcing my body to grow vividly conscious of my movements. My mother followed a strict unforgiving policy when it