The Surgeon And His Bossy Bride

Chapter 8: Morning

I've literally thought about everything and it was impossible to think straight. I had fallen asleep just minutes after climbing on the bed, the way I felt was just so uncomfortable for most of the night, which is what is kind of awkward, but then, I dared to have some rest, that is what is now important, in fact, the most important thing right now.

It was about seven a.m. when I woke up from bed because I heard the door squeak open. For a long time, I couldn't consider the fact that things weren't going on the way I planned, it was kind of even kind of difficult to remember what was happening. Everything I was faced with is just an empty room, it was blank, and the fact that I could barely remember where I am or more what I am doing here, I decided to sit on the bed, and then, I noticed the nurse that had just walked into the room.

It was just a moment of seconds before all then thoughts came rushing to my head, it was like a haze, I could hardly con those feelings beneath my control, and before I noticed that is going on, I burst out in tears crying as if I was just a baby, and that is the most awkward thing that could happen to me just in a blink of an eye.

The phone call, the unexpected travel to Quotasburg, the fight with dad and Benedict. The worst of it being me entering this room and seeing Norman on that hospital bed, laying as if he Is still fighting between life and death. Whatever the case might be, when all these situations are put together, I feel like I am going to pass out. Of course, I have every reason to terminate my life because it is not treating me favorably, oh yes! and who knows, maybe no one wants to ever see me in their lives again because all I ever bring to them is bad luck and nothing else.

Shaking his head from left to right, all I did is just glare at the nurse.

"Good morning, Daisy," nurse Rose blurted out gently.

Hearing this, I was fast to respond especially as the lady was glaring at her nicely.