Capítulo 4: Erase her scars.
On the VIP floor of the hospital, as the team of doctors waited, they tried to guess who was coming.
"I heard it is some bigshot. He recently moved to the city, but the news of his return is yet to go public." One of them said, making others wonder.
"Oh, does that mean that we are going to get a first-hand glimpse of him? Even before the media and paparazzi?"
"That could happen. But anyway, given the hospital policies and rules, even if we do, we cannot brag about it outside."
"True, we have to hold ethics. Good that we all know that." They continued talking until they heard the ding of the elevator. The stance of the doctors changed as they all stood confidently, holding their heads high.
Emyr appeared first and they tried to analyse him but it didn't take long for them to realize that he wasn't the patient.
"Who is the best among you?" He asked, coming to stand in front of the team, when the rest noticed the man who came walking behind him with an unconscious woman in his arms. Just one look at his aura and presence was enough to confirm he was the big shot they had been discussing earlier.
Their eyes then shifted to look at the woman and her condition didn't look quite favourable. One of the doctors quickly replied to Emyr's question, "We are the team of the best. Don't worry, we will treat the patient with our utmost skills and expertise."
Emyr decisively shook his head. "No. I don't need you all. The lady needs only one doctor to check on her until our Dr. Clark arrives. Give her the necessary treatment needed before his arrival." He said and the mention of Dr. Clark shocked everyone.
They all exchanged glances, wondering if it was the same famous Dr. Clark they were thinking of - the legendary neurosurgeon.
"Ah, then any of us can go. I am the senior-most among them; let me treat the lady first." One of the senior doctors suggested before gesturing for them to enter the ward. He signalled the ward boys to come forward to help the patient but as soon as they did, the silent dragon roared.
"No need. I will bring her in myself." Just that was enough to instill fear in everyone's heart. His voice was deep and even though it sounded like a roar, he had barely raised his voice. It was the edge in the tone that warned everyone against doing something that wasn't considered pleasant to him.
The senior doctor quickly waved off the ward boys and then gestured to the man towards the room. "Then bring her this way, sir." He said and the man walked past everyone without holding any formality.
A short while later, the elevator once again dinged open, making everyone turn their heads to see a doctor appearing in his robe. Wasn't this the famous medical all-rounder Jason Clark? His legendary handsome looks, framed by glasses, confirmed his identity.
So, they had guessed him, right? He was the one who was coming to treat the patient. She must be lucky to get him to treat her, otherwise even those with money often couldn't summon Dr. Clark on such short notice.
"Where is the patient?" Jason asked one of the doctors; who quickly gestured towards the VIP ward room. He didn't waste another moment and stepped in.
When Emyr saw him appear, he immediately addressed him. "Dr. Clark, you are here. We were waiting for you. Please check the lady." He said. Jason nodded before walking to the side of the patient's bed to do a quick inspection, before giving her an injection.
"Her breathing is faint, but she is alive. Treat her soon." The man said. Even if his words might seem like a plea from one perception, knowing him better, Jason knew that he was giving him the warning -a warning to be aware of the consequences.
"Don't worry. Even though she had gotten some deep injuries, none of them are fatal to her life. With surgery, she will recover soon."
"Surgery?" The man asked, and Emyr gulped. He had just relaxed, hearing that the lady would be getting fine soon, but now, with the boss's tone, he sensed another danger.
But Jason remained unfazed. Nodding, he replied, "Yes, a surgery, or quite a few. She has some broken bones too. It would be better if we perform it soon; otherwise, she might have to suffer a lot later." Then, turning to the other doctor present, he said, "Can you ask your people to prepare the operation theatre? I will lead the surgery with your people."
And the doctor at once nodded before leaving to make the arrangements. While back in the VIP room, Jason, seeing his friend brooding, spoke, "Do you not believe in my surgical skills, she will be fine. And she wouldn't feel the pain, I assure you."
"I don't want any scars left behind on her. Make sure this painful memory is erased from her body."
Jason smiled but then nodded, "There won't be any scars left. I will make sure. All her wounds will be healed without leaving any trace. But as for her psychological trauma, I am not sure. She might not be able to forget this accident even if her wounds get healed."
"She will. I will make her forget it soon." He said and the confidence he held in his tone was enough to make anyone believe. Even if it seemed impossible, they knew that if he took the charge, he would make it possible.
"Then it's perfect. Nothing to worry about." He said before gesturing towards the door of the room. "I allow you to stay here while I go and check on the arrangements of the surgery. And save it now, thank me later."
He said and then walked out. Emyr took his chance to slip off as well, leaving his boss alone with the lady.
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Capítulo 5: Did he save me?
Arwen felt as though she was in a deep, comfortable sleep. Her body no longer felt any pain, and she sensed a continuous presence by her side, as if somebody stayed with her day and night.
The person wouldn't speak but he would be there, holding her hand and caressing it to make her feel comfortable and relaxed. His identity was a mystery to her, but for some reason, his presence no longer felt foreign.
Arwen didn't know how many more days she had to sleep, but she was growing tired of this deep and dark slumber. She felt simply trapped in a room with the lights off.
Suddenly, amidst that darkness around, she felt something move. She walked in the direction to check and saw the darkness change suddenly. She was still trapped in the sleep, but no longer in the same black room. Now, she could see the street back from her childhood — the same lane she used to take to her high school.
This …
She was contemplating what was happening when she saw her younger self appear in the same old uniform from high school. This day seemed more familiar than any other time, and then Arwen realized why.
It was familiar because it was the day she first met Ryan.
On normal days, her family's car would drop her off at school. But due to her stubbornness that day, she deliberately chose to walk.
Arwen's brows furrowed a little as she tried to remember the events of that day. And just as she did, she heard a yell and then a screech. She looked back to check what happened but then the scene shifted to another. This time, it was the decor of the hospital.
Her father's joyous face came into view as she saw herself waking up after the concussion, all weak and pale.
Yes, on that day, she had gotten into an accident, where she had lost consciousness on the spot and was brought to the hospital. It was only after she woke that she realized how lucky she was to be alive after the incident.
"Arwen, how many times have we told you to be mindful on the road? See, what would have happened if Ryan hadn't found you there in time? Your father and I wouldn't have known that you got yourself in trouble." She heard her mother speak and her eyes darted to look at the young boy standing on the side.
He looked the same even back then —tall and handsome. The only difference was that now a little more maturity had been added to his features.
"Oh, you might not know him yet. Let me introduce you to him." Her mother spoke once again. "He is Ryan Foster, son of my best friend. You might not remember him, but you know him. Both of you had spent a considerable time together in childhood until he moved abroad with his family. Now they have returned and, Ryan will be joining your school."
And from then on, she came to know who Ryan Foster was — a childhood sweetheart who later grew up and became her fiancé.
But wait, Arwen couldn't understand why she was being reminded of that day now. It was an old story that was there in her memory, but she never thought of reminiscing or reliving it. It was just there, in the journal of her heart, like any other of the day of her life.
She was trying to figure out why she was revisiting this page of her life when, from the corner of her eye, she caught young Arwen's gaze looking out of the room. Her gaze seemed to hold some confusion that Arwen couldn't register.
What was it?
She followed her younger self's gaze and saw another young boy's silhouette. He had already turned his back, ready to leave. Since she was watching all this happen from her younger self's memory, she didn't have the power to move and check who the boy was.
Young Arwen might have seen him, but she hadn't kept him in her memory. And with the way he turned his back, she guessed that he never returned after that day.
Who was he?
Suddenly, it was all back to darkness. Arwen thought that she returned to the same dark place, only to see a small ray of light brightening up the ambience. She heard a voice and recognized it as belonging to some nurse.
"She is waking up. I should call a doctor."
When Arwen opened her eyes, she caught the back of the nurse rushing out — probably to call the doctor. Her eyes looked around, and as she had guessed, she didn't die; someone had saved her.
She had a blurry recollection of all everything. Although she doubted it was Ryan, there was still a chance he had come back to rescue her. She needed to confirm it before sending him her gratitude.
The doctor came in soon after to check on her. Taking note of all the vitals, he smiled and said, "You have recovered well. But we still have to wait for Dr. Clark to see you once."
"Dr. Clark?" Arwen wasn't very familiar with the name.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, Dr. Clark. He is your attending physician as well, and it was his surgery that helped you recover so well and so quickly. When he comes later, you will be able to meet him."
"I underwent surgery.?" she asked. Although she knew she had been badly injured in the accident, she hadn't felt anything like scalpels touching her skin. In fact, she barely felt any pain.
"The surgery was important to save you. You had a deep head injury and some broken bones. But you were fortunate that Dr. Clark performed your surgery. With him, you might not have felt a thing."
The doctor explained, and Arwen nodded looking at herself. "So, was it Dr. Clark who brought me here? Did he save me?" she asked, and the doctor exchanged a gaze with the nurse who was standing by his side.
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