The Surgeon And His Bossy Bride

Chapter 5: Bluntness

"I am here because my husband had just being shut down, I need to stand by him no matter whatever that happens," I spat out facing Benedict with bright eyes.

I had said this because I wanted the man to get away from my neck with that annoying question. I know that Norman and I had been more of strangers throughout our stay in the house and that was kind of bizarre for people of our kind, but then, what can I do? nothing at all. As I lifted my chin slightly up, I looked at him directly in the eyes as if I was kind of trying to devour him with my eyes. It is something that she Can't even talk about right now.

"Hmmm! your husband? well, that is quite enough reason for you to stay here with him. we all will go home and thus, tomorrow we might come here to check on you. Since your husband is someone whom you love with all your heart and is already ready to sacrifice for him, I will advise you that you stay beside the young man tonight with that same love, kindness, and respect he would have used on you as well. If you do not mind, we all will be leaving now," Benedict spat out.

He had won the fight, but that doesn't mean that I don't hate his guts, I totally hate it so much that I feel the anger right in me, and even though I had gritted my teeth, I couldn't help but control my tongue. He is my senior brother, thus, deserves all the respect in the world, even if sometimes I feel like he doesn't deserve it. Even though that is the case, what can I do? nothing, hell no! I can't f*****g do anything.

Frowning my face, I decided to talk back at him, to object to him, not because I wanted to be rebellious of form any kind of activism, but then, if I try anything funny right now, it will mean that I just want trouble for myself, which is something I am trying as much to avoid, like seriously, I am.

"Benedict, I am not feeling too well, and I do not think that sleeping on a couch in the room will do me any good, hell no! can I just at least go home, sleep there and come back tomorrow to check on him? at least I would have had a very good night rest," I said trying to complain and reject what he had said.

I just don't want to sleep in the hospital, in fact, my highest wish right now is to see the surgeon, but then, on second thoughts, it is just so aching that she doesn't want such a thing to happen, totally not. The fear of seeing him in pain, the fear of not being able to comfort him is something she dreaded so much, but then, what can she do? nothing, absolutely nothing at all.

As I heaved a sigh that seemed to clutch my chest, I looked at my father and my siblings with pleading eyes, I wanted to beg for mercy from them, at least, that is what is needed, if only they can just be so remorseful to me, maybe they can let me accompany them back home. Thinking about these things, a sudden thought shot through my mind, it was one that she couldn't possibly deal with it, hell no! the fact that I thought about how Norman is in pain and alone cause a big hole to dig through my mind. I felt so bad over the fact that things aren't quite going on well for me and how wicked I am.

Truth be told, if I was the one that was in Norman's shoes, had would have taken care of me so beautifully, like seriously, the joy that would have to be on his face because he is helping her would just be one that she has never thought about it.

That is true. I clearly remember when I came back from Peter's house after my narrow escape, what had happened to me? Norman had previously taken care of me and even thinking about it, I looked at my wrist, and I saw the bandage that he had used in securing my hand from aching me this much. He had always taken very gold care of me, and I acknowledge that fact, but the issue now is, it is my turn and instead of making things work for him, to take very good care of him, I can't do it with a plain heart, instead, what I am busily doing is to make silly excuses and wants to run away. This is very bad and deep down in me, I know that.

Instantly, tears stunk the back of my eyes, I felt really bad, but then, what can I do about all these things? nothing, I can't even support him in any way possible and this, all these things ache my heart so much. Deep down in me, I felt like I am a betrayal, and I knew I was. Whenever Norman took good care of me, I enjoyed the services, and now that it is his own, all I want to do is to rush to the house.

'Holy crap, Daisy, this s**t doesn't make any sense, not at all,' I thought to myself.

I was right about all these things I said, I wasn't even trying my best to hide this feeling away, and that is the hardest part of it all.

My mind was consumed in thoughts so much that when Benedict spoke, his words were as harsh as something that she hasn't ever seen before, and the thoughts from it just succeeded in breaking me down.

"You know what, Daisy? in case you have forgotten, this is the hospital, and you can as well table your problems to the doctors, I assure you that they are in a better position to attend to you, is that alright? now, get this straight into your head," he spat out in disgust staring deeply into my eyes.