Mia’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sharp pain in my head that made me cry out in pain.
“Get the doctor, honey. Hurry up, please!” I heard my father’s voice and I knew instinctively that he was talking to my mom. Wait, did I hear him say, doctor?
Oh my God!
Where the hell am I?”
I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too bright, and I had to shut it back immediately.
“Dad?
Is that you?
What is going on here, and where the hell am I, what happened to me? Where is….” I choked on my words because my throat is very dry. I started coughing hysterically, and I heard my dad calling out to the nurses and doctors to come to help us.
“Mia-Mia, just stay calm, my baby. You are going to be okay, I promise you, my baby…
Doctor!
Nurse!
Help!
Sarah!
Somebody… anybody…
Help!”
He continued calling out for help, making me wonder why he wouldn’t just help me himself. It’s not as if I’m asking for much all I need is water to quench my thirst. I tried once more to open my eyes and this time, I decided to do it slowly so my eyes can adjust to the bright light.
It worked!
Yeah, it fucking worked. I was able to open my eyes and after a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw the terrible condition I was in. I’m lying on a hospital bed, with different tubes and wires attached to my body. I look so bad, and I fucking stink. The worst part of it all is that I don’t even remember how I got here.
“What happened dad, what happened to me?
How did I get here?” I asked my father, coughing at the end of my questions.
“Don’t think about it Mia, you hit your head pretty hard and the doctor said you must not stress your brain, else your brain would be forced to shut down and format itself.” He explained.
“What… what…the… hell is that supposed to mean?” I retorted, sounding pissed.
“Amnesia Mia-Mia. If any complications arise, you would have amnesia, and that could lead to more complications.” He responded sadly, making me a bit frightened as I heard the sadness in his voice. For the first time since I opened my eyes, I followed his voice and turned to look at him. I almost panicked when I saw him lying helplessly on the bed, the same way as me. The only difference is that I have wires and tubes connected to every part of my body, while my father only lay on his bed, looking frail and weak.
“Oh my God,
Oh my God!
What happened to us, dad?
Was it an accident?
Where is mom, and where is Carrie?” I asked repeatedly, forcing out each word as I tried to talk with my aching, dry mouth. He kept telling me to let it go for now because of my head injury, but I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that something is terribly wrong. I tried to pull out the wires and pipes connected to my body, by I could do it, I could not move my body without feeling that sharp pain in my head that leaves that my dad is right when he said that I hit my head pretty hard.
“What are you doing, Mia?
What is wrong with you Connor, why are you letting her leave the bed?
Didn’t you tell her that she couldn’t stand up until after the second operation?” my mom scolded us both when she walked in and saw me trying to get out of bed without help from anyone.
“Water,” I managed to speak after being forced to lay back in bed. This time I can’t even argue with my mom because it’s obvious that she is just trying to make sure that I’m okay. I realized this the hard way, I mean, I feel completely drained by just trying to get out of bed.
Who am I kidding?
It’s obvious that whatever happened to me had been pretty serious and hurtful because I don’t seem to recall anything. The doctors arrived a few minutes later and they did some routine checkups on me. After poking and probing my body for a few minutes, they announced that I was ready for the second surgery, and after their announcement, a nurse came in and started taking off tubes and wires connected to my body. She was preparing me for surgery and I still don’t even know what is wrong with me and how I got here.
“At least tell me how I got here mom.
What happened to dad and I, why do I need corrective surgery?” I inquired from my mom, but she refused to say anything to me. She had this strange look on her face that made me think that she is also having a hard time here.
That fucking scares me…
My mom is a strong woman, and she is so damn tough. She never gets to whine and grumble at anything, she has it all figured out and she always gets the job done. Nothing gives her a hard time, nothing at all. The only time I’d seen this look on her face was when the bank threatened to kick us out of our house. She was so terrified that she locked herself in her room for days.
I don’t know what the problem is, I don’t know how we got here in the first place, but whatever it is, I’m pretty sure that it is worse than everything we have been through before and the mere thought of it is making my head hurt me even more.
“Mom, I can’t do it…
Don’t let them wheel me out, I can’t go in for surgery like this. I’m nervous mom, and I’m very worried about dad as well. If we are both sick, shouldn’t dad be going in for surgery before me?” I asked. I was hoping she would tell me what is wrong with me, but her reaction to my question was totally unexpected. She should have scolded me and asked me to keep shut, or better yet, she should have just told me a few nice words and assured me that everything is going to be fine. But that wasn’t the case, she just burst into tears and ran off the room angrily.
“Wait, mom!
What happened?
What the hell is going on here?” I yelled out in frustration, but the nurse scolded me angrily,
“You need to stay calm, Mrs. Osborne. You have been through a lot, and so have your family. Your condition is at a very critical stage, you can’t get upset, and you have to try not to overload your brain with too much information, or else you can make it worse for everyone.
Your mom is trying to protect you from yourself, she won’t survive it if anything happens to you, she has lost a…”
“What the nurse is trying to say is that you need to stop saying things to upset your mom. All we need is for you to go in for your second surgery and come out of it with no complications.” My dad let out firmly, his eyes fixed won’t the nurse as he glared furiously at her. She shivered under his stern gaze, but she ignored him and went back to work almost immediately. It’s obvious that she wanted to say something but my dad shut her up and stopped her from revealing too much information to me.
“What the hell are they hiding from me, and why won’t they just come clean with me, what could be so bad that they want to his it away from me, how bad could it be?” I thought to myself as I watched the nurse working on my body, prepping me for surgery. My mind was trying to tell me something, I am trying desperately to grasp the information but it keeps slipping away from me.
“Nurse…
Could you please inform the doctors that I won’t be going in for surgery just yet?
I am not in the right frame of mind, I could die in there, you know. I can’t do this now, not in this frame of mind.” I told her truthfully. My dad sighed in frustration and he groaned as he struggled to sit upright on his bed.
“Mia…
Stop!
You need to stop this madness, right now!
This is not a joke, your life is in danger, you could have amnesia, hell, you could even die Mia. You need to stop this stubbornness and…” he scolded furiously.
“No dad, you stop!” I retorted, in the same angry tone he had used on me.
“We are both in the hospital, dad. So it means our lives are in danger, and if that is the case, then I need them to operate on you immediately because you have a heart condition, dad. You could slump and slide at any time, you need to be operated on, and not me. I can wait, dad, I’m not the one suffering from heart disease. Except there is something else that you are not telling me. If that is the case, I suggest you let it out already, else I’m going to sit right here and force my fucking brains to get back to work and tell me what the hell I’m doing in here.” I told him firmly. This time when I looked at his face, I saw deep pain and regret. If he wasn’t a man, I’m sure he would have burst into tears and run out of my hospital room as well.
What the hell is going on, why can’t I remember what had happened to me, or how I got here? They keep saying I need to be careful so I don’t develop amnesia, but if you ask me, I think in already suffering from amnesia because I can’t recall a damn thing. My dad caught me staring at his sad face, and he forced out a smile to hide his sadness. But I know better than to believe that lie.
“Dad,
Did we have an accident, or…
Am I dying?” I asked him sadly, as my tears filled my eyes. It’s so frustrating to be trying to grasp onto something that keeps slipping out of your reach, It feels like I’m about to go crazy. They may think that they are protecting me by keeping the truth from me, but all they are doing is hurting me even more. I know it, it’s somewhere in my head, I just can’t place my hand on it, and the more I keep trying to find out what happened, the more I feel the pain in my head.
“Mia-Mia…
You know how much It hurts me to see you this way. I’m not hurt my daughter, you are. You had a very bad encounter with Riley, and you hurt your head in the process. You are going to be fine, Mia-Mia. The doctor said everything will be fine after tour corrective surgery.
I’m only here because of my heart condition, and that is about to be over as well. Drake was able to find a heart that matches mine, and he paid for my surgery as well. I’m just waiting for my new heart to be transported to the hospital, I’m going to be fine, Mia. All I need now is for you to go for your surgery and stop thinking about anything that could get you upset. Everything is going to be fine…”
Dad was talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I stopped listening to him the moment he mentioned Drake’s name. My head stopped spinning like it used to, I just realized that this is what I’ve been trying to recall.
It’s Riley…
He had hurt me, he wanted to rape me. He knows about Austin Foster, he knows that Loretta is doing business with him and he is in support of it. If not mistaken, I think he is working for Austin Foster as well. He wants to destroy everything his father has worked hard to achieve…
He wants to hurt my husband, he wants to destroy our marriage, he is not a good person and his brother has no idea. I have to warn him, I have to tell Drake that his brother is not a good person. But wait,
Where the hell is my husband, and why is he not here with me?”