The door opened, turning my head towards the door, a young man with a pair of glasses, a stethoscope hanging on his neck and a lab coat walked in, his black hair was neatly combed he had a small smile on his face, walking towards me he dragged the chair on the side of the room taking a seat he crossed his leg and looked straight at me. looking closely at him i felt like i knew him from somewhere but I couldn't remember where.
"I see that you're finally awake" he said, i looked up at him his gaze lingered on me, i shivered a bit it didn't make me uncomfortable just see through.
"Yes i..." "you've been awake for two days now and you're confused" he continued interrupting me, yes i was confused there are so many questions in my head. "Who are you?" i asked, his face looked familiar yet strange like he has always been there but i cant grasp where or when, thinking about it gave me a headache
I am doctor Al" he answered looking down at his notes. he is the one who put me here that means he has answers to my questions. "you're the one who found me" i said looking straight at him half expecting him to read my mind and answer every freaking question in it.
"Apparently, yes i did find you when you fell from that building" doctor Al said pushing his glasses to his face, i stayed silent waiting for him to keep answering my questions "is that all the questions you have for me "he asked knowing fully well i had more questions, but he wouldn't tell me what i didn't want to know, but i wanted to know how much he knew "uh...no that's not all"
"well im here to answer all your questions and off course check your vitals" he said pulling out his stethoscope to start the check up "you saw it right, i was shot right?" i asked like i needed confirmation that i didn't try to kill myself like the news said
"it seems that you're not even sure if you were shot yourself" i narrowed my gaze at him what did he mean by i wasn't sure of course i was sure i was shot, a bullet went through my body and i felt it "do you know who shot me?" i asked though something told me it was my sister that planned the whole thing I'm pretty sure my sister doesn't know how to handle a gun let alone a sniper
"an assassin was paid to kill you, im sure you know who paid them" he said picking up my wrist to check my pulse, looking down at my hand i realized i had lost a lot of weight probably cause of the amount blood i lost, he knew i knew it was my sister but then again i have no evidence that my sister planned to kill me "I'm not sure" i said my heart clenched i didn't know what to feel.
hearing this doctor Al paused looking straight at me expecting him to say something he simply resumed his examination "i suppose its hard to imagine the people you lived with for most of your life intended to kill you" he was right yet again, its hard to believe but deep down i believed it, their love faded i was nothing more than a pun in their game until i was of no use. but then why did he know so much i thought looking at him
"most?, did you do a background check on me" i asked
"who wouldn't i saw you falling from a building into the sea and i saved your life, i want to be sure that at least the person I'm saving isn't a wanted criminal...and even if i didn't your brown hair and hazel eyes is quite unique in the maqburne family" he was right the maqburne family were known for their blue eyes and blonde hair, even a blind man would know i wasn't their biological daughter, but is that the reason they killed me, cause i stuck out like a sour thumb but that was never the problem when i was adopted at seven
"if you want evidence that it's your sister who did it i could be of assistance" he said placing the stethoscope around his neck, crossing his leg he leaned back on the chair. i stared at him suspiciously "why are you helping me?" i asked, a small smirk formed on his lips "are you questioning why i saved your life, isn't it human nature to save their fellow species, or do you prefer i left you to drown?" this man he had a way of throwing my questions back at me but what he said was only half the truth a lot of people would have seen me and left me to die, and the fact he went through all the trouble to keep me a secret from my family and the world, what exactly is his motive
it didn't look like he was going to tell me whatever his intention is but i am not going to let anyone use me for their benefit again "the important thing now is that you're alive, i will send someone to get you food and I'll come regularly to check on you" he said, he stood up walking towards the door he glanced one final time and left. i watched the door shut feeling abit dizzy i lay down trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened. few minutes passed and someone knocked on my door i tried to answer but it seemed like the person wasn't expecting me to the door opened.
it was a lady in a nurse outfit, she walked in with a tray of food. looking at me she smiled, i wasn't in the mood to smile so i just watched her place the food she brought on my lap "you must be hungry you've been unconscious for a very long time" she said, her voice sounded like one of the women talking earlier, i wasn't in the mood for small talk either so i uncovered the plate and quietly picked up the spoon to eat. taking the hint that i didn't want to talk she left without saying another word.
the food wasn't bad at all, i was worried it wouldn't go down my throat but it went down pretty well and i could eat most of it, once i finished eating i placed the food on the table beside me and lay back down, then i drifted to sleep, by the time i woke up it was already another day, i did sleep alot for someone who just woke up from a comma but for some reason i feel refreshed. the door opened Dr Al walked in, taking a seat.
"how are you feeling" he asked
"better than yesterday" i said, nodding he took my hand and checked my pulse again "can you stand?", was that a question or a request, now that he said so i wasn't really sure i could cause i never tried to since i became conscious, pushing the bedsheet away from my body i placed my leg on the tiled floor, flinching abit cause of the chill from the tiles,once my feet adjusted to its temperature i slowly stood up straight trying not to loose my balance, "try walking" he said, i raised my left leg to move holding the drip stand so i won't fall, i slowly walked to the other side of the bed where he was seated and sat on the bed facing him.
taking his pen he wrote something on his notebook, "i want to check your bullet wound could you raise your dress" he wanted me to raise my gown, i wasn't even sure if i had anything underneath well it didn't feel like i had anything underneath, as if reading my thoughts he said "don't worry, all the patient gowns come with a pair of shorts" hearing this i raised my gown abit to expose a bandaged area by my left abdomen, the bandage was still neat like it was just changed maybe while i was asleep, placing his hand gently on it he caressed the bandaged wound pausing abit i stared at him i tried reading his expression but his face revealed nothing, he retracted his hand "you can pull your cloth down" he didn't do anything he just touched it what exactly did he want to check i thought while i pulled it down.
reaching for his pocket he brought out a cell phone "you said you wanted evidence your sister tried to kill you, whatever you are looking for is in here" he said handing it to me. taking the cell phone, i turned it on it wasn't locked, looking up at him i wanted to know why he was helping me so much but i couldn't bring myself to ask again cause i knew he wouldn't give me a straight answer
"I'll be going, i will see you later" he said standing up to leave, he walked out of the room knowing fully well the question that plagued my mind.