THE THINGS SHE DIDN'T SAY
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By morning, Elias had decided that he was leaving the hospital.
He had made the decision, after staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour.
There was nothing wrong with him.
At least, nothing he couldn't handle.
His chest felt fine.
His breathing was normal.
The dizziness was gone.
And he had a company to run.
So when Marcus walked into the room at seven with a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, Elias was already dressed.
Marcus stopped in the doorway.
"No."
Elias looked up from his phone.
"Good morning."
"No."
"You've said that twice now."
"And I'll keep saying it."
Marcus walked into the room and placed the coffee on the table.
"You are not leaving."
"I'm being discharged today."
"You've decided that."
"The doctor said I might be."
"Might."
Elias stood.
"I feel fine."
Marcus stared at him.
"You've used those exact words every day since you got here."
"And I'm still fine."
Marcus opened his mouth.
Before he could respond, another voice came from the doorway.
"No, you're not."
Elias closed his eyes.
Of course.
He knew that voice.
He turned.
Isabella stood there with her tablet against her chest.
She looked from Elias to Marcus, then back to Elias.
"You were told to rest."
"I did."
"For how long?"
"Long enough."
She raised an eyebrow.
"That's not a measurement."
Marcus looked between them.
Then he smiled.
"I'll leave you two to argue."
Elias shot him a warning look.
Marcus ignored it and walked out.
Isabella stepped farther into the room.
"Sit."
Elias didn't move.
"Doctor Reyes—"
"Sit."
He stared at her.
She stared back.
There was something about the way she said it that made arguing feel pointless.
Elias finally sat.
"Happy?"
"Very."
She checked his chart.
"Your vitals are stable."
"I told you."
"That doesn't mean you're ready to leave."
"Why not?"
"Because we're still waiting for your final results."
"What results?"
She hesitated.
"Some cardiac tests."
Elias's expression changed.
"Is something wrong?"
"We don't know yet."
"You said my vitals are stable."
"They are."
"Then what's the problem?"
She looked at him.
"We're trying to understand what caused the episode."
He was quiet.
For the first time that morning, his confidence faltered.
"What do you mean?"
Isabella lowered the tablet.
"Your symptoms were unusual."
"Unusual how?"
She studied him for a moment.
"Chest pain. Shortness of breath. Fainting."
"Those can happen for many reasons."
"Exactly."
"And?"
"And we need to know which reason applies to you."
Elias leaned back.
He didn't like uncertainty.
He had built his entire life around avoiding it.
"How long?"
"I don't know."
He sighed.
"You're very fond of that answer."
"It's an honest one."
He looked at her.
"You're always honest?"
She blinked.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Most people aren't."
"Maybe you know the wrong people."
The answer caught him off guard.
For a second, Elias simply stared at her.
Then a faint smile appeared.
"Maybe."
She turned back to the chart.
"Have you been under unusual stress lately?"
The question was casual.
But Elias didn't answer immediately.
Stress.
He thought about the company.
The board.
His father.
The endless expectations.
The phone calls he never returned.
The meetings.
The responsibilities.
The pressure that had become so normal that he barely noticed it anymore.
"No."
Isabella looked up.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing unusual."
She watched him carefully.
"Alright."
She wrote something down.
Elias frowned.
"Why did you ask?"
"Because stress can sometimes contribute to physical symptoms."
"Sometimes."
"Yes."
He studied her.
"Are you worried about me?"
Her expression softened.
"I'm your doctor."
"That's not what I asked."
She looked at him for a moment.
Then she smiled faintly.
"Yes."
It was such a simple answer that Elias didn't know what to do with it.
She continued checking his vitals.
He watched her quietly.
For someone who seemed so guarded, she had a strange way of answering direct questions.
Maybe that was what he liked about her.
She didn't pretend.
At least, not with him.
Later that afternoon, Elias sat by the window.
Marcus had left for a meeting.
The hospital room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Elias's phone rested beside him, filled with unanswered messages.
He ignored all of them.
His thoughts kept returning to Isabella.
Not the doctor.
Not entirely.
The girl from years ago.
The one who had once sat in a crowded restaurant and spoken about him as if she had known him for years.
He remembered exactly what she'd said.
People think he's perfect because he's rich.
That doesn't mean he's a good person.
At the time, Elias had been offended.
Now, years later, he almost laughed when he remembered it.
She had been wrong about him.
But perhaps she had also been the only person who had ever questioned him without wanting something in return.
He had wanted to know her.
He had wanted to understand why she saw him that way.
But he never did.
Then, one day, she disappeared from his world.
And he let her.
Life had moved on.
Until now.
The door opened.
Elias looked up.
Isabella walked in.
She didn't notice him immediately.
She was reading something on her tablet.
She looked exhausted.
There were faint shadows beneath her eyes.
Elias watched her for a moment.
"You should sleep."
She looked up.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I'm fine."
He smiled slightly.
"That's my line."
She sighed.
"Don't start."
"You look tired."
"So do you."
"I've been in a hospital bed."
"And I've been working."
"That's not better."
She gave him a look.
"You're very observant."
"Only when I want to be."
She smiled faintly.
Then the smile disappeared almost as quickly as it came.
Elias noticed.
Again.
That brief change.
That invisible wall.
He wondered what was behind it.
But he didn't ask.
Not yet.
Instead, he said,
"Have you eaten?"
She looked at him as though he'd asked something ridiculous.
"Yes."
"When?"
She hesitated.
Elias raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly."
"I'll eat later."
"That's what everyone says before they forget."
She shook her head.
"You're my patient. I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
"That doesn't mean you can't take care of yourself."
Her expression changed.
Just slightly.
But this time, Elias saw it clearly.
Something had touched a nerve.
She looked away.
"I have work to do."
She turned toward the door.
"Isabella."
She stopped.
It was the first time he'd called her by her first name.
She slowly looked back.
Elias wasn't sure why he'd said it.
Perhaps he simply wanted to see what she'd do.
Her eyes met his.
For a moment, something passed between them.
Recognition?
Confusion?
Something else?
He couldn't tell.
"Eat something," he said quietly.
She stared at him.
Then nodded.
"Okay."
And she left.
Elias remained by the window.
For the first time since waking up in that hospital, he wasn't thinking about his diagnosis.
He was thinking about her.
And about the things she wasn't saying.
Because Elias had spent years learning how to read people.
And Isabella Reyes was hiding something.
He just didn't know what.
Not yet.
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