The Surgeon And His Bossy Bride

Chapter 2: Fake conclusion

I laid that way for quite a long time till I had to take a nap. It was around ten p.m. when the doctors walked out of the emergency room, advancing towards us. Immediately they entered, I snored lightly till when I felt the little tap on my shoulder blades. Opening my eyes, I quickly looked from left to right trying to figure out what is going on

"Wake up, Daisy, the doctor is here," father announced as she squeezed my shoulder blades lightly.

Hearing the word Doctor, I quickly opened my eyes as I stirred from left to right starting at them with bright eyes, I finally understood what is going on.

"Oh!" I muttered silently as I glared at the doctor as he approached us.

"Doctor, how is the surgeon?" father asked raising to his feet.

I lifted my head up too, waiting for them to talk. Where I was, I wasn't feeling healthy at all, I had a bit of fever, but I didn't want to cause a scene about it, hell no! it is just going to be awkward, and stealing the attention of the doctor right now wouldn't the perfect solution.

As dad asked the question, I shifted my attention to him, and he looked like no one I've ever seen before, and he was a middle aged doctor, maybe forty-five? hmm! even though that wasn't my priority now, I couldn't help it but check on how handsome he looked or not. The doctor had coffee brown hair that was curly, and well shaved chin too. He had a blue shirt, and above it, a lab jacket to accentuate everything. He wasn't too handsome, not too ugly, he had the perfect skin of a doctor, and then I'll only that seemed missing was height. A was kind of stoic.

Shaking my head from left to right, I tried my best to shift my attention from the doctor's physique to why he was here. I needed to know what news he brings for us.

"Calm down! Mr. Tanyi, I am sorry..." the doctor started but the rest was pure nonsense to my ears.

The last part is what I dreaded the most, that particular sentence I don't ever want to hear in my life, it is so annoying, and I can't even think about it. This sentence was said a while ago, and it Norman that had started his sentence with these words, telling us he is sorry, and what did we get at the end? a man that is dead, this is the most shocking thing that she had ever heard, not to talk about how inexperienced she was in this situation, her life had never been the same, and what happened? she had to accept the fact that she doesn't have a mom anymore.

As if that is not enough, she has miraculously entangled himself with Norman as his wife and she is still in the process of fixing well in her new till title as "Mrs. Barley," which then has befallen her, death? or no! they most absolutely are joking.

Nathan stood by the pillar in the room and hung his right leg behind it, his arms were crossed in front of his chest, and it was kind of awkward. The way he did it showed that he was comfortable with it, well, so they all thought. As he saw me crushing towards the floor as I felt the chair after hearing this shocking news, he quickly disentangled himself from the pillar and rushed towards me.

I was pm the floor, I had every reason to be that way, the shocking news I had received was enough to pull me away from stress, it was more than enough, and I felt like crying, I definitely had every reason to cry.

There is no doubt that I hate Norman's guts, I will always see him as a murderer, or more, I saw him that way before I packed in to his house. No matter how disrespectful and mean I've been towards him, he has never been anything but an angel to me, and that is what kills me so much, I feel so harmed, not only that but also bruised. More like all my world has succeeded in crumbling in a blink of an eye.

One week ago, I was crying about mom's case, and now it is the surgeon? 'why does death love punishing me so badly?' I asked myself in frustration.

The shock was evident, and it was too much, it has shown all over my face, and the urge to cry had clothed me so much, more than what I can ever think about. I shivered from stress, the frustration of having all these worked up in me only attained the point of making me cry.

For a whole minute, I couldn't seem to figure out who was who, the different people that spoke to me, the voices where just one, they sounded like one, I could barely differentiate those who spoke to me by simply just hearing them talk, and top it up, I couldn't understand anything from what was being said. As I heaved a sigh, I burst out in tears again.

Nathan was on my side with Benedict, I love the courage they gave to me, they all supported me in every way possible and that is what I love he most, their warmth is so charming, more than anything I have ever experienced in my life.

"Daisy, are you alright?" Nathan asked grabbing me by the arm for support.

I wished I could tell him yes, that they will be a straight line through my truth, especially when I pretty know that it is not true. My heartbeat was now accelerating, I could barely figure out where things, out, I was so damn frustrated, it sucked so much to know all these things.

When I was reluctant to give a reply, and people who were at the reception hall or passing by, they all stopped to check on what is going on here. On a normal basis, I would be ashamed of myself, oh yeah! my life is well spent when I am discreet in the dark or mostly detached from every other one, and having several people looked at me like this is some kind of a taboo, but in this case, I felt like it was normal, they were all trying to help in their own little way that they can, and the stress from it has already moved to her head, she feels it so much.

As if that is not enough, the thought of missing Norman flashed in my mind and before everyone knew it, I burst out in tears crying my life out. I didn't care to know who was there staring at me or not, all I knew was that ny supposed 'husband' is dead. In case the bells had not yet rung in my head, it was a clear proof that I am a widow right now. Just like that, and this is all my damn fault. If I would have learned how to control my mouth, I would never have made people know that the surgeon was late that morning, my running mouth had led me to this case, it is so weird, and I can't even picture my mind around it, the frustration is now too much, more than what I had imagined it to be. As If that I not enough, by some kind of magic, or more fate, made me to entangle myself with Norman.

That has never been cool, in fact, I hated Norman's guts from the first moment had set eyes on him, but then, the several fights, even when he slapped me across the face, oh my God! I felt like killing him that day, the numerous times I have had to collapse, and wake up in Norman's comfortable bed, this is kind of awkward to me right now, especially thinking about it. The grief I feel in my heart right now can never be erased in any way possible unless my Norman isn't dead.

To think about the fact that it is because of me that Norman is probably dead, I first out in a second of years, screaming my lungs out. There is no doubt that I actually deserve to cry, and even though I did, anyone that sees me weeping this way will think that I am framing this whole s**t up. I wished I was too, but then, I am human too, I so fuckingly have a heart of gold, just that I shield it so much.

Everyone filled pity for me except the doctor, and it caused me to be worried. Raising my brows up as he asked his questions, I was kind of confused.

"Why are you crying, Ms?" he inquired gently.

For a moment, I felt like I was a fool, All of a sudden, I decided to stop for a moment too, especially to reason out the reason why I am in such a mood. Slightly lifting his head up, I looked at the man in pain, with a tear streaked face. Nothing seemed to be pleasant for me anymore, the stress that was in me was more than anything in the world, I couldn't possibly think of anything possible right now especially when I had a little migraine starting to develop in my head.

"I do not know, I thought you were... I thought..." I started but couldn't complete my sentence when the fear In my heart was so much.

Hearing the doctor ask this question right now, I felt as if I was the dumbest human on earth. There is no doubt that I was actually stupid because I had actively overreacted to what the doctor had not even concluded. For a moment, I felt ashamed for myself, so much that I can't possibly think of anything else.

"What the hell did you say? 'I am sorry that was how you started your sentence," I spat out accusing him.

One thing I didn't want right now is to allow the doctor to play over me, and there is no doubt that he was clearly getting the best of the conversation.

"I didn't complete my sentence because you cut in and generalized everything from your own perspective, you should never have done that," the doctor said calmly.

Instantly, Benedict was the first to remove his hands from me as he stood up and stretched his legs passively. Nathan was now stooping low beside me, his warmth radiated through my body, it was kind of awkward, I felt everything, it made me roll my rolls in pain, and the stress from it was also getting the best out of me.

Sighing, I creased my forehead in wonder, as I thought about what was going to be said, and nothing great flowed through my mind. I watched how the doctor shook his head from left to right as if in denial, it made me want to cry, but I tried my best not to, I silently made a promise to myself that unless I know what that is about, I am definitely not going to sleep, hell no!

So I thought wisely.

I heard the doctor clearing his throat, and as if nothing was the problem, I heard him say in a gentle voice,

"I just wanted to say that I am sorry for wasting your time out here this much and in case you all will want to know, Surgeon Norman is still in a critical position, trying to balance himself between life and death," The Doctor said.

Staring at his chest, I noticed a badge that was there, and a name was written on it, just that I could barely picture it out, but after a second attempt of squeezing my eyes towards the metal object, the name was now clear to me, It read,

"Harris!" that is it, Doctor Harris, he had quite a nice name for a doctor of his kind, and that was absolutely cool, in case anything didn't notice it.