MasukTHE NEXT MORNING...Vivianne got up from her sleep, or rather, her tossing and turning throughout the night. A bandage was still holding her skull together where they had stitched it. "Good morning!" A cheerful nurse greeted with a wide smile."Good morning. I want to take a bath, is that possible?""Not quite. We can't let your bandage get wet, and at the same time, we can't let you go unwatched without your bandage. I would have suggested taking it off while you bathed.""So a bed bath is the only possible way?"The nurse stared at her, biting her lower lip as though deep in thought. She nodded her head saying,"I can let you take a shower if you promise me you won't let your hair get wet, talk more about your bandage.""I promise you!" Vivianne was quick to shout."Alright then. Ring that bell when you're done so I can change your bandage. Is that alright?""Perfect. Thank you so much!"The Nurse smiled, checking her vitals before she walked out of the room. Vivianne stripped out
She always knew. She always knew she stood the chance of losing her memories, yet she never told him.He was angry, livid, in fact. How could she not tell him something this important? Did she not deem him trustworthy enough? Shutting his eye, he took a deep breath, shaking his head. He shouldn't get angry. That wasn't right. His eyes slowly peeled open as he read the letter's contents over again. Sighing, he kept his anger at bay and stretched his hand to grab his phone to text her. He successfully typed a single 'hi' message, but immediately, a red exclamation mark appeared beside the message.Raising a brow, he sent another text, same results. What was going on? Was his phone broken?He decided to try sending a message to someone else, but the only person on his message list was Eugene. He sent a lone Hi message, and it was delivered almost immediately. Eugene sent three question marks in reply.Russell tilted his head at the message. Why was Eugene getting his message and Vivian
Pulling away from the kiss, Russell leaned his forehead on hers, each trapped in their own thoughts."All patients should be brought back into the hospital with the help of a guide or a caregiver! It's getting dark!" A nurse yelled into the night air. "Let's go," Vivianne called, pulling away from Russell. He nodded, taking her hand in his as they walked away, the question on the tip of his tongue. He was going to ask her as soon as they got back into her room."Visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir." The nurse stopped Russell at the entrance."I'd come to the hospital if I pleased." Russell fired back, glaring at the Nurse. Vivianne wasn't pushing him away and now he had to leave her?"Miss Vivianne isn't feeling much better yet, please don't make this even more difficult for us.""She's fine. Does she look like she's not good to you?" He argued."Russell..." Vivianne called, pulling Russell back before the Nurse could retort.Russell turned his face in
"Do you remember him?" Shania was the first to break the silence. Vivianne and Russell stared at each other after Vivianne called his name. A sense of familiarity lingered in the room, but Russell was scared to say anything so her memory didn't go running."What do you mean remember him?" Vivianne questioned, confused. "You just called him Russell, do you not remember him?" Shania asked."She seems not to. There's no need to push her." Russell cut in before Vivianne could open her mouth to reply to her best friend. He walked into the room, setting down the bag in his hand on the bed. Shania jumped out of her seat, gesturing to it while saying,"You can sit here."Russell hummed, taking a seat beside Vivianne, who watched him with a look that, for the first time, Russell couldn't decipher the meaning behind her gaze."What's wrong?" He asked, blinking at her."You're handsome." She said suddenly, making Russell turn red in the face, his eyes widening. She was blushing too, her eyes f
Running into the hospital, Russell almost collided head-on with Shania, who was pacing up and down in the hallway. As she was about to speak to Russell, the door of the operating room was pushed open."Is the donor here?!" The surgeon yelled frantically."Here." Russell gestured raising his hand in the air. Shania squinted at his hand before gasping,"Is that blood on your sleeve?" Russell looked down at the sleeve that she was gesturing to; there was a red stain on the sleeve of his shirt. He looked back down at her face, which was contorted with fear. Her hand slapped her mouth, her eyes widened and darted between the bloodstained sleeve and his eyes."It's not blood, don't be funny." Russell dismissed her, walking away. He followed the doctor who led him to the blood bank. On the way, the doctor was paged saying they really needed the blood right away.So, he had no choice but to drag Russell along with him and get him into a sterile surgical gown before they entered the main sur
"Please, spare me."Michael's voice cried. He was kneeling on the floor, blood dripping with saliva out of his mouth."I fucking warned you, didn't I?""Please. Please, spare me.""I don't know why you're begging me, knowing fully well I'm not going to listen," Russell replied, his hand going over the tools that sat on the table. Michael was crying, sweating profusely, and bleeding all over his body. He was naked, his knees brushing against the tarp underneath his body with every move that he made."Back to the chair," Russell commanded, without turning around to look at him. Michael wasted no time in jumping back to the chair."You know, when you had the chance to apologise and run away, you acted proud and pompous. Like absolutely nothing could touch you, and I watched you. I mocked you. I laughed at you. But I still waited. I waited for you to come to your senses and do right for once in your miserable life. But instead, you went and crossed the line." He drawled, playing with the







