Chapter 14 The doctor
Vivienne's POV
My hands were shaking slightly as I turned the lock, the events of the day finally catching up with me now that I was alone and safe.
I leaned against the door for a moment, just breathing, trying to calm my racing heart. Then I pushed away and looked around the room again, this time really seeing it as my space, at least for tonight.
I should probably explore the bathroom, I thought. I should probably try to freshen up, wash my face, change my clothes if there's any in the closet. But the exhaustion was overwhelming now, crashing over me in waves that I couldn't fight anymore.
The bed looked so inviting, so comfortable and safe. Without really making a proper decision, I found myself walking toward it. I didn't even bother to pull back the covers properly. I just kicked off my shoes, climbed onto the soft mattress, and pulled one of the pillows under my head.
The sheets smelled fresh and clean, like lavender and something else I couldn't quite identify. The mattress seemed to cradle my tired body perfectly, supporting me in all the right places. I could feel the tension slowly draining from my muscles, the knots in my shoulders and neck beginning to loosen.
And then I slept for a long time. It wasn't a peaceful sleep at first,my dreams were confused and anxious, filled with shadowy warehouses and tense car rides and questions without answers. But eventually, my exhausted body won out over my worried mind, and I fell into a deeper, dreamless sleep.
“Sleep well?”
The question came as a shock to me, I turned, behind me was Raphael Moreau and his doctor.
After I slept off, I was told the doctor came to treat him very well, and he was surprised with the way the stitches were.
"You must be the famous Vivienne?" he asked. His tone was cautious and polite, almost as if he was asking for my permission before he could even pose the question to me.
I rolled my eyes in response. My gaze moved back and forth between Raphael and the handsome doctor standing beside him, looking at each of them in turn.
"Well, that depends on who's asking," I answered back, keeping my tone guarded.
The doctor's lips curved into a warm smile at my response. But Raphael? His expression remained completely unchanged. His face was hard and emotionless, as cold as stone, just like it always was. There wasn't even a hint of warmth or amusement in his features.
"My dear, you did very well," the doctor said kindly. "Considering the circumstances, you made excellent use of whatever materials and supplies you had on hand to stitch up that bullet wound. It was quite impressive work."
I gave a small nod to acknowledge his compliment. At the same time, I tried my absolute best to avoid making eye contact with either of them.
The intense stares they were both directing at me felt uncomfortable and overwhelming. I could feel their eyes boring into me, studying me closely, and I did everything I could to look anywhere else but at them.
“It's nothing Doc, we were in survival mode and I had to do everything I could,” I said, trying not to sound proud.
“I must say I'm proud of you. If you don't mind, you can drop by the hospital sometime when you're free, maybe to practice some things and…”
He didn't get a chance to finish what he was saying before Raphael cut him off without any warning.
"We have to go, doctor," Raphael said, breaking into the conversation. As he spoke, his eyes stayed fixed on me, watching me carefully.
I stood there and watched as the two of them walked away. Within moments, they had disappeared completely, as if they had vanished into nothing.
When I woke up, my stomach was growling loudly. I felt extremely hungry.
Then I remembered something Lucien had told me earlier. Before I had gone upstairs to rest, he had mentioned that the chef was in the kitchen making food for me.
The memory of his words came back to me now, and I realized my meal should be ready.