Chapter 96 096
Danica’s POV
“Anabel… is something wrong? Did something happen?” I asked again, more sternly this time, but then she looked me dead in the eye, plastered a half-hearted smile all over her face, then shook her head slowly.
"Why? Is it so weird and uncalled for that I just want to know these things? Do I sound crazy to you? Because that is exactly the face you're giving me right now, Danica” she blurted at once and I blinked hard.
“Well, I'm sorry you think I'm looking at you like you suddenly went berserk but that is exactly what I'll think if you can't give me solid reasons why you're suddenly curious about my past and present love life” I threw back in the same tone and she nodded twice, forcing her expression to be neutral before she eventually muttered;
“Yeah, I understand. I shouldn't have asked.”
And then she was gone. Out of my entrance like she hadn't just thrown my perfectly calm mind into a premium chaos.
Barely a minute later, Bianca walked in, her gaze traveling from the entrance to my face a few number of times as she walked across the room to settle down in the chair that faced my desk and chair directly.
“Something is off with her, Danica. She just gave me chills by walking past me outside that door and it wasn't pleasant.” Bianca pointed in a rushed tone and I frowned, knowing very well that she might be right, but still thinking of a possibility that someone else might have gotten her angry and she was just here to relief the stress only to get more worked up eventually.
“Maybe it’s just you? All I could sense right there was just a terrible mood swing.” I muttered and she scoffed.
“Mood swings are never like that, Danica. I overheard the entire conversation and trust me, no one goes all the way to a friend’s workplace to transfer a mood swing aggression to everyone around. Something is wrong and until we find out what it is, it doesn't hurt to be extra careful…” Bianca muttered and I knew she wasn't just making an unsure suggestion. But as logical as she sounded, I still wanted to be able to vouch for Anabel.
“I doubt she will hold a grudge because I refused to answer her questions. She seems more like the type to lash out…”
“And what do you call that scene five minutes ago? An interrogation?” Bianca interrupted and I bit my lips hard.
“Come on, Dani. You've read so many romantic thrillers to still think what she did back there was just innocent questioning. This isn’t about your unwillingness to answer her questions. This is about why she asked that kind of question in the first place! Do I need to remind you that we went out together on that grand date two days ago? How come she didn’t ask when all we talked about was our love lives?” she asked, staring me dead in the eye, but before I could respond, Vera walked in.
“Hi, Doctor Dan, Miss Bianca… I'm sorry to interrupt…” she trailed off as Bianca’s glare pinned her on the spot.
“It doesn’t seem like the right time, but the patient, Madam Ruslan, seeks your presence immediately” she blurted at once and I stood up immediately.
“Catch you later, Bee” I mouthed as I immediately followed Vera out of the office.
“You know I’m never wrong, Danica. Think about it!” She yelled after me but I didn't bother responding. I didn't even know how I feel about everything right now. And for some reason, I felt nervous about seeing my patient.
Vera went back to her duty and I went into her room alone.
As soon as I got there, I met her seated on the bed, her back testing comfortably against her pillow, with a smile tugging at her lips, painfully.
I could literally hear her labored breaths from here but she's trying hard to look fine so I couldn't even bring myself to tuck her back to her comfort.
“You asked to see me, Ma'am?” I muttered silently, as I approached the side of her bed, pushing back the tears that stung my eyes.
No one, and I mean absolutely no one deserves to go through this sort of pain. Physical, excruciating, open wounds that refused to heal on their own.
“Doctor…” she trailed off, her voice hard in determination to talk like she was fine.
“Danica. Just call me Danica, Ma'am” I corrected with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. I wanted to cry. There was nothing to smile about, but she kept smiling.
“I can tell you're Alexander's fated mate. The one he'd vowed to never spare a glance, but ended up caring for her more than he'd ever cared for anyone” she muttered and a frown crossed my features. But I said nothing.
“After his mom died, Alexander never looked at anyone twice. He respected me just as much as he did his mother but he never once visited me after her death. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe he hated me, and he just did a good job hiding it whenever I visited myself… I can't really tell, but you know, I've never been more sure about anything than I am at the fact that he loves you, genuinely. And if he would go to these lengths to ensure that I survive this, he would probably bring the entire world down to protect you” she muttered and somehow, it brought me to tears.
“Danica… I'm not asking you to protect Alexander in return. All I'm asking is that you protect yourself with everything you have. Because it's the only way I'll be assured that everything would be fine and that Alexander would never try anything stupid when I'm gone” she continued and I sniffled back my tears, frowning as I shook my head firmly.
“Who said anything about you dying? How could you take death so lightly? It's my greatest enemy, you know?” I said and she smiled.
“I like to weigh both sides of life. Negative or Positive. You should too. Because that way, you'll never be so disappointed when things don't go the way you've imagined it to go” she explained and I didn't even realize I was crying until she poked my chin with a teasing smile.
“Come on, help me lie back down comfortably, will you?” She asked and I slowly tucked her back to bed, before holding her left hand in two of mine.
“I'll do everything I can to make sure you get past this. I promise”