Chapter 183 98.9999% biologically related

Chapter 183 98.9999% biologically related
Rhys's POV

I turned to face him. Sometimes I wonder how life would have been without him.

“I'm into girls not guys, Rhys. So stop giving me those eyes.” He joked, placing his hands dramatically over his chest.

I brushed him aside. “You wish! I have a girlfriend already.”

We made our way back to the doctor's office and handed him the paper. He changed into his lab coat next and led us to the OR room before handing me a surgery consent form.

“You should know what this means.” The doctor said, calmly.

“Don't worry, she's my girlfriend and I'll do anything in my power to keep her alive and healthy.” I replied. My hand paused on the paper for half a second before I scribbled my signature on it.

“Doctor, what's the rate of this surgery's success?” Mark suddenly asked.

“60%. She might regain her eyesight when she wakes up in the next two hours but without the surgery any other fatal damage to her skull might result in permanent blindness.” The doctor explained.

“How long will the surgery take?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Five hours at least and eight at most in some severe cases. But we're hoping we don't stay up to eight hours.”

My throat suddenly went dry. That only means if they stay up to eight hours, Clare's condition is severe. I shook my head, pushing the thought out of my mind.

“I'll be counting on you, doctor. I wouldn't accept any condolences and you should know, a signed surgery consent form doesn't stand any chance in some court room.” Mark added, his voice low. He was threatening the doctor but it didn't really sound like that.

The doctor turned around and disappeared into the surgery room. I inhaled deeply and clasped my hand together.

A few seconds later, the light on top of the OR room came alive.

Mark placed a hand on my shoulder. “Take a break, Rhys. She has always been a fighter and I'm sure he would pull through.”

I tried to breathe evenly but it wasn't working. She might have always been a fighter but what happens when she can't fight anymore.

I forced myself to sit and lowered my head, trying to push my mind into thinking in a positive way.



–Six hours later—

My feet were already aching from pacing for so long when the door finally opened. I rushed towards the doctor.

“How was the surgery?”

The doctor exhaled deeply. “It was successful.”

Those three words alone lifted the heavy weight that had been sitting on my chest.

“So how's she doing?” I pressed further.

“She's out of danger now. We just need to monitor her for the next twenty fours hours before I can give you detailed feedback.” The doctor answered.

“Twenty four hours.” Mark repeated, his voice dull. “That's a long time to wait.”

“I'm afraid. That's how long we need to compile a report.” The doctor added.

I nodded. “We will wait.”

Those words were the last thing I wanted to say but I didn't have any choice. If I could wait for six hours, twenty four hours wouldn't be that long. But I knew deep down that was a lie because the last six hours felt like hell to me.

I had paced around the front of the OR door, muttering prayers and hoping she would be okay. When the door didn't open after five hours and ten minutes, I had almost lost myself as I found myself imagining the kind of pain Clare was going through and how severe her condition was.

Mark wasn't doing any good either. In the first two hours, he had kept trying to console and reassure me but as the clock ticked painfully slow by, he lost every energy to do so.

The sound of wheeling dragged me back to reality. I spun abruptly and there was Clare on a wheelchair being wheeled out by two nurses. Her eyes were covered with a white cloth and her face pale.

I wanted to reach towards her and take her hand at least but the doctor stopped me.

“She just finished surgery. I'm sorry but you can't touch her for now.”

That rule felt odd but I didn't push further and followed the nurses slowly. They didn't take her to her normal ward instead they took her to a strange room filled with different machines.

I grabbed the doctor's hand before they could wheel her in. “Doctor, what are you doing?”

“We need to monitor her. You can call the hospital director or a police officer or any one who you think would understand the hospital procedure better. She's my patient and I want her to live more than anyone.” The doctor said, brushing my hand away.

Mark grabbed my arm before I could say anything else. “The doctor is being sincere. My half sister was taken into something like this after her brain cancer.”

I nodded but the doctor stopped us before we could follow him inside.

“Wait outside here for me.”

He walked into the room and closed the door after him. I had barely leaned against the wall when Zane and Mandy came rushing over.

Mandy grabbed my collar the next second. “You really paid for her surgery and signed her surgery form. Are you stupid or insane?”

I shoved her away, arranging my collar. Rage boiling in my chest. “Please, refrain from touching me.”

“Refrain from touching you? Is this how you talk to your mother?” Mandy snapped.

I scoffed. “I don't have one.”

“You don't have one or you didn't take the DNA test again?” Zane asked.

My mind reeled. “DNA test?” I repeated, my eyes shifting to the envelope in Mark's hand. I had totally forgotten everything about it.

Zane followed my gaze. “Seems like you really did the test.”

I rushed toward Mark and snatched the envelope from him. “Please, be a lie.” I muttered under my breath, opening up the envelope.

I quickly brought out the documents but nothing prepared me for the figures I saw next, 98.9999 % biological related.