Consciousness
Consciousness
Auntie looked down at me before she smiled sympathetically at me and reached out a hand to stroke
my hair softly. I knew that she wanted to comfort me, but it wasn’t her comfort that I needed. I need to
see Hayden. I opened my mouth to continue pleading with her but the sound of the door to my hospital
room opening distracted me from my thoughts.
A doctor walked in with a few nurses, and they headed directly for my bed. The nurses started
checking on the machine that was hooked to my body and it was all a big fuss. I had no idea what was
going on or what was wrong with me. I felt very tired, but I didn’t feel sick. The doctor flipped through
pages of paper before flashing me a kind smile that showcased the wrinkles around his eyes.
“How are you feeling, Malissa?” he asked kindly.
“I feel fine…really…” I replied firmly.
“I see. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll perform some basic checks because you just woke up…” the doctor
informed me with a smile.
He seemed kind and his presence helped made me relax. At that point, I was willing to let him do NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
anything to me if that meant that he would deem me fit enough to go see Hayden. After checking the
responsiveness of my eyes by flashing light into them and making me roll my eyes around, the doctor
seemed quite satisfied with the result.
“I’m fine…” I repeated once again.
“Yes, you seem fine…” the doctor readily agreed before he smiled another kind smile down at me.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened again and to my surprise, this time the boss walked in along
with some of his men. The doctor and the nurse stiffened visibly in the presence of the boss. The men
dressed all in black that walked in with him did not give off an aura of pleasantly kind and normal
people, so I wasn’t surprised at the doctor’s reaction.
“Malissa. I heard that you finally woke up,” the boss said as he came to stand close my bedside.
I wasn’t used to seeing the boss with such a kind and caring look on his face. It was strange and I
wasn’t sure how to react. The boss smiled and looked down at me as if I was some poor and broken
little thing. I appreciated his concern but that wasn’t what I needed right now.
“Boss…where is Hayden? Can I go see him, please?” I pleaded desperately.
If I could just get the boss’s permission, then everything in the world would be possible. The boss
sighed softly as his eyebrows knitted together into a frown of concern.
"Where is Hayden? Is he in this hospital?" I demanded for answers.
"Calm down, Malissa..." the boss said calmly.
"I want to see Hayden. Please. Please let me see Hayden..." I pleaded with tears in my eyes.
"Hayden is fine. He's resting now. There's nothing for you to worry about," the boss repeated.
Even if that is what the boss and everyone was saying, I just couldn't rest assure until I see Hayden
alive and well with my own eyes. I need to see him or I'm going to go crazy from worry. Why is
everyone trying to stop me from seeing Hayden?
"Take me to see Hayden please! I need to see him. Please! I need to see with my own eyes that he's
safe..." I began yelling and wailing loudly like a child that wanted to get their way.
The boss looked down at me with sympathetic eyes before he heaved a sigh. I had started crying
openly at this point. Hot tears spilled from my eyes and streamed down my face.
“Is she fit enough to get out of bed?” the boss asked the doctor skeptically.
I felt hope rising in my chest as I stared at the doctor and waited for his response. If he tells the boss
that I can’t get out of bed, I am going to jump off the bed and kill him.
“She should be fine. It’s mostly exhaustion from stress, lack of sleep and proper nutrition. Luckily, she
didn’t suffer for too long, so the damage isn’t extensive. She should recover fully in a few days given a
lot of rest. If you want her to visit the other patient, I suggest that we use a wheelchair,” the doctor
replied after a moment of thought.
I smiled brightly when I heard that I could go and visit Hayden. If he’s also in this hospital, then I should
get to see him in no time at all.
“Bring it. I’ll take her there myself,” the boss replied.
The nurses helped support me until I was safely sitting on a wheelchair. My body felt weak, and my
muscles felt slightly sore, but the biggest issue wasn't my body, it was my mind. My mind felt unstable
and extremely frustrated. Worry plagued my mind, and everything seemed to easily trigger a panic
attack.
"Thank you..." I thanked the boss in a whisper when I felt him slowly pushing my wheelchair.
The doctor seemed concerned and had decided to come along with us. However, the boss didn't think
that it was a good idea and turned to tell the doctor that his assistance wasn't necessary. After leaving
everyone else behind, the boss pushed me along the hallway before taking the elevator up.
"I'm so sorry about this. I know that I'm being very selfish..." I mumbled apologetically.
"It's fine. I know that you're just worried about my son," the boss replied kindly, and I found myself
feeling surprised yet very thankful for his understanding and care.
"Is he...really alright?" I asked in a small voice.
"Yes. He's probably in better shape than you imagined," the boss replied firmly.
"I see. Thank you..." I replied as I tried to suppress my tears of relief.
I've been crying so easily these days. The smallest things can make me feel so emotional and
everything to do with Hayden only made me that much more emotionally sensitive.
--To be continued…