Chapter 132 Bastard
Maverick froze mid-step, one hand on the doorframe. He turned slowly.
“What do you mean?”
The doctor set the chart down and met his gaze steadily. A small careful smile touched the corners of the doctor's lips
“Her vitals are strong. The scan showed an unexpected outcome,something we weren’t expecting.”He turned his monitor slightly and tapped something on his keyboard revealing a side by side image then he pointed at a particular section “Her previous scan was saved in the system before. See here, A skull fracture with a subdural hematoma, a blood clot pressing down on her brain.”
He tapped again “But it has disappeared, completely. The impact of today’s accident seemed to have resolved the blood clot.”
Maverick brows furrowed in confusion creating deep lines across his forehead, the doctor noticed he didn’t quite understand the terms so he decided to explain further.
“That blood clot in the brain might have caused chronic painful headaches, tiredness, extreme weight loss and most especially loss of memories..”
The mention of the last Maverick felt like a fist had landed on his gut. His heart slammed painfully against his rib cage. Color drained from his face. If her memory was back. She must have realized who he was now and he has been lying to her.
“If she had any of those symptoms, it should be cleared.” The doctors explained but he didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy about it.
Maverick barely heard him.
The doctor's landline rang. He picked it up, listened quietly, looked up at Maverick and spoke.
“Sir. Doctor Vera is awake now.”
Maverick walked the corridor to her room like a man going to face judgment. His fists clenched at his sides; his jaw locked so tight it ached. One thing was sure: even if she remembered and hated him, it wont change the fact she is his.
She would never leave him. He would chain the doors, burn the bridges, lock her away if he had to.
He owned her.
He reached the door that held her name Vera Johnson, his Heaven.
He pushed the door open.
Heaven lay still in the hospital bed ,she had a pale pink dress draped over her. An IV was connected to the back of her hand. She opened her eyes at the sound of the door.
She just stared at him expressionless.
Maverick felt a lump in his throat hard to swallow. He couldn’t tell what was going through her mind.
She tilted her head slightly.
“Do I look ugly now, that you can’t come closer to me?” She asked him pouting.
Her words punched the air out of him. Maverick didn’t know he had been holding his breath for long. His shoulders slackened, the tension disappeared.
In one long stride he covered the distance between them, sat at the edge of the bed and enveloped her in his arms, careful of the IV but desperate to feel her heartbeat against his.
“You are the most beautiful person in my life,Vera.” He sighed deeply, his breath shaking. He buried his face into her hair, breathing her deeply like an oxygen after drowning “Y-you scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized but her hand stayed limp at her side.
“No.” He shook his head against her temple. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked you to wait by the car.” His voice cracked. “I’m sorry, baby.”
He pulled away enough to look at her face. His dark eyes probed into her hazel eyes searching for a trace of any memory or spark of recognition of the past crashing in but there was none. Her gaze was soft, clear, and utterly blank
“Does it hurt anywhere?” She shook her head.
She gave a small pause “Can I have your phone?” She asked him.
Maverick swallowed. His pause kicked up again.
“Why?” He asked his question came not revealing any reaction.
“Liam will be worried,” she said, distress creeping into her tone. “He must have called a hundred times. I can’t find mine anywhere.” She bit her lip. “He’ll know something’s wrong. I don’t want him scared.”
Mavericks shoulder slackened with relief and guilt. He reached into his pocket without hesitation.
“I have your phone. He did call.”
“Okay.” She took it from him immediately, her finger brushed his in a way that sent a jolt through them both.
She glanced down at the screen, thumb already swiping. Before she could dial, her stomach grumbled.
Heaven’s cheeks flushed. She looked up at him, embarrassed, then her eyes flicked to the wall clock. 1:35 a.m.
The cafeteria would be closed; no nurse would be bringing trays this late.
Maverick stood before she could even ask and dropped a long kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll go get you something to eat,” he said, already moving toward the door.
The thought of leaving her even for a sec made his skin crawl, but she was hungry, and that mattered more.
His hand closed around the door handle.
“Maverick,” she called.
He froze and turned to her.
She looked at him softly,
“Get a change of clothes too,” she said gently. “You’re soaked. You might catch a cold.”
For a heartbeat he just stared at her, the concern in her voice, the small crease between her brows, the way she still cared .
His mind felt at ease.
He smiled and gave a short nod.
Then he slipped out into the quiet corridor, the door clicked shut behind him.
He leaned against the wall for one long second, eyes closing, fist pressed to his chest as though he could physically hold his heart together.
She didn’t remember.
Maverick didn’t make it to the parking lot
He was halfway down the dimly lit corridor leading to the area where her car was since his was destroyed in the accident.
When tires shrieked against wet ground.
A black SUV sped up toward him stopping inches from his legs before slamming to a stop.
The driver’s door flew open before the engine even cut.
Fabian dashed out of the vehicle, eyes wild with fury. He crossed the distance in three furious strides and swung a punch that landed across Maverick’s jaw hard enough to snap his head to the side and split his lip.
“Motherfucking bastard,” Fabian snarled