Chapter 36 Great Mess
Shawn
Sarah is being placed in a hospital room and hooked up to an IV.
I sit down on a chair next to the room, sigh heavily, and run my hands through my hair. It's not a day, it's a long time!
I don't know exactly how much time passes, because I'm still sitting there like a statue, my head in my hands. I've dozed off a bit. Suddenly, someone gently touches my shoulder. Startled, I raise my head and see the same nurse who, I don't know how many minutes ago, was administering an IV to a stranger.
"How's Sarah?" I rise to my feet, towering over my interlocutor due to my considerable height.
"Who are you to her?" she asks sternly, but raising her large gray-green eyes higher, sweeping them over my face, her voice immediately softens, realizing who stands before her. She quickly blushes, embarrassed.
"It's not who I am, but who. I'm Shawn Romano. Have you heard?"
"Oh, why haven't I heard..." she fans herself with her hand. "Half the city is plastered with your portraits and ads for your company."
"The patient came to, left her information here," the nurse handed me a folder. But I pretended to be very interested, because her D-cup breasts, looming on the horizon, were far more interesting than any paperwork.
I was tempted to whisper in the lady's ear: "Maybe you could leave me a number too..."
She quickly came to, shaking her head! What number? A walking disaster awaits you on the other side of the wall. I'm in a complete mess, what a mess this has been! And yes, don't forget that you're getting engagement soon.
Stop looking at all these girls. And even if your marriage is more than a shame, it's time to satiate your hunger, calm down, and think about starting a family, especially since the situation demands it.
Suitable partners have emerged in the course; they will lead my company to the pinnacle of success I've always strived for. And I strived to be first... Ninth place in Forbes isn't enough for me; I want to be number one.
“Are you awake? How are you feeling?” I squint, straining my eyes, and see a pretty blonde in a white robe with a rather revealing neckline over her ample bosom.
“F-fine. Where am I?”
Sarah
I don't understand anything. At first, I saw a white shroud and heard voices in the distance. I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar, spacious room with a white interior. There was only one bed and pleasant-looking furniture.
“In the hospital.”
What?
In the hospital...
I don't remember anything. I don't understand.
Bang—and emptiness.
This room doesn't look like a hospital. Not at all! It looks more like a hotel room, because in my experience, hospitals don't look like that. Firstly, there are at least five patients per room. Secondly, why are the walls so perfectly smooth and white?
No cracks, mold, or cobwebs? Thirdly, the bed looks like it just came from a furniture store. It's like new. Where are those Soviet-era wrecks? With rusty springs and dirty mattresses that haven't been washed for decades.
Unfortunately, I once had the experience of being hospitalized. In the end, I promised myself I'd never set foot in one again. Being sick is evil and life-threatening.
“How did I end up here?” I asked the nurse.
“A handsome, dark-haired man with piercing, dark eyes brought you into the emergency room," she recites monotonously, as if she's fed up with it all, dreaming of quitting her worthless job and racing off to Bali with her rich lover.
Who wouldn't want to?
I rack my brain. My memory is gradually returning, like someone dumped a bucket of ice down my neck.
There was no spontaneous fainting spell! I'm starting to remember what happened. That devil, with the blazing eyes, that crazy beast! He pounced on me before I could open the door, dragged me into his lair, and... deprived me of my most precious possession!
I didn't even understand how it happened. He truly acted like the devil! He clouded my mind with just one damned look, and then I was lost. I drowned in the abyss of wild eyes, lost myself, melted in a torturously hot embrace.
A blinding flash...
A sharp pain. Bang!
I came to after the trance when I realized what he'd done. What WE had done!
"If nothing hurts or bothers you, fill out your information, your current place of residence, and your phone number here," the nurse handed me a pen and a piece of paper—a questionnaire—and tapped the appropriate spots.
With a trembling hand, I wrote my information down and handed it back to her. I hope they won't charge me for their services.
"Where am I anyway?" But this is a private clinic! Paid...
"Don't worry, everything's already been paid for," the nurse commented, as if reading my mind.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, our conversation was interrupted by an obscene noise—my stomach growled pitifully again. Embarrassed, I placed my hand on it and sighed sadly. There was probably a hole there, probably a whole one; I still hadn't eaten. My stomach digested itself.
"You're clearly malnourished," the nurse sighed sadly. "The tests confirmed it. That's why you fainted. Are you not eating enough?"
"Thank you, everything's fine," I lied.
You don't need to remind me yet again how flawed I am. Today, I don't even have enough time for eating. Everything goes to ransoming the troublemakers.
"The doctor is on his evening rounds now. I'll go get him, he'll take a look at you," the nurse said.
"Thank you," I nodded wearily, wrapping myself tighter in the blanket. The pretty girl left the room. Biting my lip, I sank into thought.
Damn! What a mess I'd gotten myself into. Problem after problem...
Not five minutes had passed when the door opened, and my worst nightmare in the world walked into the room. Trembling, I tried to pull the blanket over my head and hide.