Ruthless and Mine

Now Clicking

Redna POV

He sits on the floor just beside my bed.

"I've told you before, I don't know you. I don't care whoever the f*ck you said is gonna come get me. But I'll rather die in this hospital than follow you home"

He looks at me again and says nothing. I turn over to the other side of the bed.

The night came soon and I knew the schedules of the next day, Tuesday. Another deep chemo session.

I remember my hair at once and raise my hand to touch it. I have lost almost everything at the frontal end of my hair by now.

But I am hardly bothered about looking beautiful than I am about surviving except now I have the devil seated beside me and waiting for me to survive.

A few seconds later, the nurse makes it into the room. I can tell from my tray what she's here for to check my vitals.

I touch my hair softly and whisper to it. "I'm sorry...forgive me, it'll be okay if I get out of this, I promise"

Now I knew what to do next.

"Nurse? I feel uncomfortable with this man beside my bed!"

I say pointing at me.

He looks up, I can see something in his bloodshot eyes soften. Like he knows I deserve to act like that.

The nurse turns to face him, but keeps her distance.

"Um, Mr...."

There's something frail about her stammer, like she's afraid of him.

"It's Devion"

"Mr Devion. Can you do us a favor and leave the ward please? Patients shouldn't feel uncomfortable because of their health"

He gets up from the floor and looks at me as he makes to leave.

"I'll leave your room, but I won't leave until I'm sure you'll live"

I watch him leave, happy that he's out but somewhere in my heart, I can feel my chest pound. Who could possibly be after my life.

After my chemo session the next day and having a a surrogate who he promises to settle financially breast feed, the little baby. I settle on my bed.

Now I'm wandering a name I'll give the baby. He'd grown a little fatter since the day of his birth and I loved it when he struggled to open those little eyes and I caught a glimpse of some premature eyeballs growing underneath. Every thing about him made my heart warm except he wasn't mine.

I look towards the door. A nurse is speaking to him again but it's the nurse that earlier helped me try to escape.

She makes it in and towards my bed to check the tubes attached to my upper right chest.

"You're father has been sleeping on the floor outside for two days now"

she keeps silent. she's waiting for my response but I say nothing.

Then moment later probably affected by my unsettling silence, she continues.

"Aren't you gonna let him in? I'm sure he doesn't want you dead. It's okay to consider what happened in the past dear, but... people do horrible things and sometimes, they change"

I look up at her as she cleans out the tube and flushes it and I say nothing.

He keeps sitting outside the ward and I can see him through the glass but I prefer him there. A nurse has offered him a seat twice at night but with every wave of head, he remained at the floor.

There is something about his presence in the hospital that instilled fear. Nurses and patients speak in hushed tones. He was hardly approached. When the nurses try to speak to him, they maintain their distance, like they know the kind of man he already is.

The doctor was leaving my ward a few seconds later. Right after breaking to me that my case no longer "might" get better but that I needed "more time".

I understand the phrase and when doctors use it, it means but one thing. It's their polite was of telling you that you'd gotten sicker.

I sigh, feeling weaker than ever with that announcement.

Blood cancer wasn't like any other cancer, it was a killer that drained and reinfected every new transplant.

Devion's POV

Devion is sitting with the doctor in the office. He had scheduled to meet him earlier. He had a plan, he would save her, his precious daughter. He would prove himself worthy of her love again but first, she has to let him save her. That, he was not sure of and scared of at once.

That she would chose to die because he was her donor.

"You are a very healthy option for her stem cells, Mr....LyDravil?"

"Just call me Devion"

The doctor nods and scribbles down something on paper on his table.

"When can it be done? I want it as soon as possible"

"um...Mr Devion" he laughs hard.

"You're daughter would need extra check ups first for matches before we continue despite the fact that you are very viable"

"Well then, make it quick! Check it now!" he barked. More of a command than a request.

The doctor looked at him and nodded.

"We'll have to inform Miss Redna first"

"Can't you skip that part already? she'd reject it if I'm the one"

The doctor looked up at him.

"Can't we keep this part... anonymous?" he continued.

"I'm really sorry Mr Devion but the receiver has the right to know her donor"

"I'm well aware of that Doctor but we're not taking her rights here, we're trying to save her"

The doctor sighed and checked a few files.

"We'll see about that"

he said and standing from his chair.

"Another thing. I want it done today!" Devion broke out to him.

He looked incredulous. This mam was absolutely mad to demand a doctor to abandon all other patients of the hospital and tend his daughter till she was fine.

"Ss-Sir, the process, you're daughter isn't the only one sick"

The sentence left a stab at Devion's heart.

He stands from the opposite of the table and takes two steps closer to the doctor. Each step calculated, braced enough to be intimidating.

Soon they're noses were only am inch away and his eyes dug piercingly into the doctor's soul.

"I said...I want you to abandon everything else and handle my daughter till she's fine. You will do it"

He said, his voice coarsing out, getting scarier with each new word.

"I'm sorry sir, but this is my hospital and I will discharge your daughter if you threaten me"

"I don't like to speak twice doctor. You will do it" Devion said stepping a little closer like he was impeding into this soul.