My Life as an Adopted One

Four

The ride to the aviation services was uneventful, and so is the flight to states as I was typically asleep during it all, and the next thing I knew the chopper was already landing.

"We're here now, miss. Please get ready to get off." Island muttered solemnly, as he looked down, checking on how far are we from the helipad.

"Where are we landing, Mr. Brooke?" I asked, looking at him as I really couldn't handle the high altitude.

"Straight to the hospital, miss. I am afraid the flight made you unwell, so we're going to had you checked before meeting Mr. Hudson." He then replied.

Nodding, I gulped, the reality somehow syncing in. "It's really happening now, isn't it? I would really be meeting my father now, aren't I?" I asked in the back of my mind.

Then all of the sudden, he holds my hand, guiding it around his neck. "Ready to go?" He asked, his eyes, questioning me.

With a shy smile, I nodded, then replied. "Yes, please."

Island smiled at me and with a careful movement, he get us out of the chopper and lead me inside the hospital for the checkup and visitation.

"Mr. Brooke... I remembered you telling me that my dad was in the surgery last night. D-did the operation went well?" I asked, suddenly feeling cold in the gut.

"Ah! Yes. Mr. Hudson did well and the operation was successful. But his doctors told me that he might stay at the ICU for further monitoring, at least until he wakes up." He explained and I nodded.

He then went straight to the emergency department, making me question him. "I thought it was just a check up? why here?" I asked, not really convinced that what I am feeling isn't really an emergency.

"Here would be better and faster rather than the OPD. Besides, I want to make sure that you aren't that hurt, because of that fall from last night." He explained politely before handing me the form to fill-up myself.

Nodding, I just do so, stopping when I reach the surname part. "Uhm, Mr. Brooke? What should I write here?" I asked, unsure whether to write Rouges or Hudson, as I really have no ID with me.

"Hudson. You're Ashanti Hudson now, and don't worry about the supporting details, I got some ready. For now, just fill out what you can." He said, his tone full of reassurance.

At that moment, I finally realized that I am being rude whenever I am answering him with just a nod, so this time I figured to answer better.

"Okay, Mr. Brooke." I murmured shortly, before focusing back on the form I am filling out.

He watched me as I do so, commenting whenever I stopped writing, guiding me each time, until it was done and I was finally checked up on.

The doctor confirmed it really was just a sprain, and my altitude sickness was normal as it is my first time boarding a plane, but the talk suddenly got serious when it mentioned a substance.

"There are traces of several drugs on your blood, I am suspecting that it is put on your meal or drink, and as it is administered in small dosages, it couldn't affect your mind, but body." It said, looking at me and Island.

Island then looked at me, his eyes grave as it looked back to the doctor. "Are you saying that she was purposely drugged all this years to grow big?" He asked it.

The doctor nods. "All the substance found have the same effect, all for weight gain."

"But why? Is there even a point for that kind of bullying?" He scowled, running his hands on his hair.

"There is, Mr. Brooke. They had more reasons to praise Chantal for being the perfect girl." I replied quietly.

Sensing we need to have a private talk, the doctor then excused itself before leaving us alone.

Island sighed as he took the seat beside my bed. "I and your father knew about the mistreatment, but we never thought that they would play so dirty, to use drugs even, I had to know who had access to drugs to the Rouges' they can't get away with it." He promised.

"C-can we just please let it go? I mean, they're all probably suffering now, because of what happened last night." I requested, but he firmly shook his head.

"Not a chance, miss. They have to face the consequences of hurting you. Mr. Hudson was already being lenient with them at this rate." He adds, his voice suddenly laced with threat.

I gasped at his uttered words, my hand reaching for his. "No, no! You and my father don't have to dirty your hands nor stoop down to their level. I am here now and I am sure, no one of them could hurt me now." I plead, now wanting another mess to start.

Island's face softened at my words, his big hand reaching for my cheek, brushing a tear, I didn't even realized came out.

"You're too good for your own sake, miss." He murmured, his thumb still brushing my cheek.

I flashed a smile as he does so. "What can I do? Maybe I was just really a pushover to begin with." I muttered.

Island then firmly shook his head. "You're not a pushover, you're just too kind." He corrected, before giving a soft peck on my cheek.

Of course that made me blush hard, and somehow, my response amused him. "Was that your first kiss, miss?" He asked, his voice now hinting a subtle playfulness.

Not wanting to admit, I pouted. "T-that wasn't counted as a first kiss it wasn't..." I grumbled, only to be stopped by mid-sentence, when he suddenly shut me up with a fervent kiss on my lips.

My eyes widen as he does so, but instead of pushing him away, I found myself returning his kisses and wrapping my arms around him as deepened it.

"Mm. You taste so sweet, miss. I know we shouldn't, but just a bit more." He murmured against the kiss, and I nodded.

By the time he broke the kiss, we were both panting and flushed, but neither of us looked regretful or something. If anything, we were both smiling from ear to ear.

"Guess I have a chance in love this time too." I murmured in the back of my mind as he gently held my hand, like it was a casual thing after a kiss.

It was after a while after the doctor left us so we could 'talk' in private and by the time it came back with more test results, it was also smiling.

"Ms. Hudson is good to go now, Mr. Brooke and if it helps, we could lend you a wheel chair, so you can just push her to the private room to where Mr. Hudson is." The doctor said, gesturing the wheel chair for me.

I and Island then looked at each other before looking back at the doctor. "Private room? Did Mr. Hudson woke up already?" He asked, his hand squeezing on mine lightly.

"Yes, Mr. Hudson is already awake and has been cleared from the ICU. You could find him in the private room 313." It said, taking a step back to let us out.

I and Island then immediately said our thanks to the doctor before rushing to meet my father, and as we reached the doorstep, Island paused.

"Are you ready, miss?" He asked, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

Smiling, I covered his hand with mine, patted them and muttered. "Yes, I am ready to meet him."

With a genuine smile on his face, Island nodded, then twisted the doorknob, inviting ourselves in with a smile.