LYCAN'S HIDDEN LOVE

Chapter 3 –The Midnight Visitor

The pale white-skinned hands pulled out the white coat from the shoulders and pinned it on the wall with some exhaled air from her lungs. Some falls of blood were noticeable in the hanged white coat.

The pale white hands traced the dried blood drops on the white coat and were steeped in sorrowful thoughts, “These were the blood of that innocent man who was a real fighter against his fate. How dreadful his fate! (Sighed with disappointment) He deserves a better life, but his fate was treacherous. It deceived him.”

The pale white hands extended to grab the device which helps to hear the inner voice of life, a stethoscope and placed against the ears.

All she could hear was the echo of the family members’ agony about the brain-dead person. Her mind recalled the vision of the last minutes of the hard survival of the innocent man against his fate.

The echoes of the family members shook her peace of mind and soon she threw the stethoscope away from her ear with her trembling hands and leaned against the wall and cried to her most to make her honey-gold-hazel eyes go red puffy.

The time when the refreshing beams of the moon bid farewell to the endless starry sky to make it empty, which would be promptly conquered by the red giant, a few hours will be daybreak.

Doctor Hastyn fell asleep in her room on her table because of exhaustion from her work as a doctor after caring for her patients. That entire day of her was spent in the surgery room, fighting with the destiny of the man who was admitted two days ago.

The loss of life gave her a dilemma and hatred for her knowledge as a neurologist. She asked her assistant Reda to cancel all her appointments with her patients.

A tiny stormy wind escaped the atmosphere to enter the room of Hastyn through the open window. It attempted to flip the pages of her red leather diary, which had a picture of an owl embossed in golden colour.

Showing she had the habit of writing a diary at the end of the day, her exhaustion made her hands too tired to hold a pen. As the lid opened, the pen was found on her fingers.

The pages reveal the history of Doctor Hastyn,

Dear Diary,

I am Hastyn. People call me by the prefix Doctor Hastyn. I am a professionally trained neurologist. To some people, I looked like a saviour sent by God to save the lives of dying people from the brim hold of Hades. To some people, I am the reincarnation of Hades.

Some pages turned...

I persuade my studies in Moon Night academy, a renowned academy for the people who want to chase their dreams without age limit, a social status which exists only at night time, especially for the people who earn for their survival. Since I got Solar urticarial, I nourished myself in Moon Night academy.

I choose to be a neurologist after inspiring the founder of Moon Night Academy, who is also known as a multi-specialist named Doctor Harsha. He rolled up in numerous titles as Doctor, teacher, well-wisher, and a compass to many people who lost their way in the darkness of destiny.

Some pages flipped again...

Though Doctor Harsha specialized himself in all the fields of medicine including surgery, he insisted I choose neurology, saying the brain is the most complicated thing in the human body. From there, with the help of my compass (Doctor Harsha), I started my journey as a neurologist.

The pages flipped again...

I have many contradictions in my life. People give me awards for my achievements also they will honour me with curse words for the unlucky patients.

Yet, I take an oath upon my professor, Doctor Harsha, that I should take responsibility for saving the life of people who need me. My professor always lingers on the precise words, ‘HELP THE NEEDS AT ANY COST’.

Whenever I sign the report of the dead patients whose fate would exceed my knowledge, my inside aches and my fingers flutter to sign that I have not kept my oaths.

Pages turned to Dated today,

I received a patient diagnosed with TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) out of a vehicle accident. The patient was a real fighter; he survived barely two days after the surgery. I can’t get over it…

The pages turned farther to blank paper; the exhaustion leads Doctor Hastyn to lean on her table before concluding her words in her red leather diary and she doesn’t track the time when she slept.

The cluttering of two pairs of shoes heard in distance, it abruptly halted by the room which stated the name board as Dr Hastyn. The repeated knocking on the door reached the ears of sleepy Hastyn which awakened her instantaneously.

“Dr Hastyn!” a voice peeped through her door hole.

The hazel eyes of Hastyn opened widely got from her table and hurried to the door. Before Hastyn could handle the doorknob, the repeated trial of the opening of the doorknob from the other side scared her and with much hesitancy, she voiced, “Who is it?”

She waited for the people outside to answer for a while, since she heard nothing she takes up to turn on the lights of her room and yelled, “Who is it?”

The person didn’t reply to her which gave an eerie thrill in her veins, “Wait... Let me open the door. Stop your action.”

As nothing stopped, Hastyn called, “Reda, Is that you? Answer me?”

Hastyn placed her ears to the door and tried to listen to the sound made by the person on the other end to observe the identity.

The sound of the doorknob seized, even the wind seemed to stop its actions of turning the pages of her red diary, the lights in her room to tricked her by fluctuating, a deadly silence prevailed and a quick loud bang sound on the door made by the person outside startled her, she slips behind by the sudden outburst of sound.

Hastyn wanted to know who the person outside messing around with her was, she crawled to the door and placed her hazel eyes on the keyhole to disclose the identity of the person, but she found nothing but darkness.

The loud thudding sound at the door scared Hastyn. She yelled in fear, “Reda… Reda… Where are you?”

She heard a voice of a man laughing and called her name, “Hastyn…!”

The man called her again and again by repeating his action of seeking to open the doorknob. Hastyn was shocked and shouted, “Reda... Reda... are you there?”

The cry of the man hardened, “Doctor Hastyn, you killed me. You could have helped me but you refused to save my life.”

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In Jarnsaxa Residence,

Karen trailed inside the Restaurant of Jarnsaxa Residence from his chrome blue Aventador of Lamborghini with his left hand stuffed in his trouser pockets after adjusting his glairs and his right hand swirled his smartphone to dial D'Rona.

He heard the ringtone of D'Rona near the elevator and rooted his long legs to the source of the ringtone. The quarrel noise was heard along with the familiar voice, he muttered, “Rona?!?”

When Karen reach the place, he found a nose-bleeding man, a weeping young girl, three suited men, and beside stood the lady in red prom satin dress, D'Rona. He decided to get her out of the quarrel from any harmful deeds she carries on.

Karen pulled the arms of D’Rona to get her away from the scene; she twirled to land on his shoulder. When she found herself wrapping her hands around the neck of Karen, a chill ran down her spine in ecstasy. Before she came out from her ecstasy, she heard his hoarse voice whispering in her ears, “Rona, Calm down.”

D'Rona elated in joy talking inwardly, “How will I calm down when my prince charming is holding me like this? No way, I can’t wait to make him mine.”

The fumed D'Rona calmed her hot temper when her ears heard the most calming words she ever heard. Before she holds him tightly, the nose-bleeding man shouted at his pitch, “You b***h, I am not going to leave you. I will make you taste the hell.”

Karen defended D’Rona from the man who sneered in anger. The disappointed D'Rona who wanted to prolong the time being in his arms turned to reply, “This man is to blame, Karen, I was just helping this young girl.”

D'Rona informed the manager of the restaurant, “Sir, can you call the cops? Hand this filthy animal to them. I curse this earth to making him survive till date.”

Karen dragged D'Rona from the place, “D'Rona, the manager will handle the situation. You better calm down.”

D'Rona holds her breath for a moment and realized that she had planned the bigger surprise for Karen which couldn’t be spoiled in wasting her time on a lunatic man. She nodded and gestured her eyes to the manager. He too nodded in return.

Karen enquired her, “What’s going on?”

D'Rona replied quickly with a quick nod, “Hum, nothing. I don’t want to spoil this night”, she smirked inwardly, and gawked at him thinking, “This handsome man is going to be mine tonight.”

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