The Doctor's Playmate

Chapter 45-Had Enough

It was almost lunchtime when Elisha and I left the mansion. The weather seemed okay. A bit cold but not snowing. Kyle’s stuff was already in the back seat, and we were on our way to the hospital. I was driving at low speed when a car trailing behind us turned its beam light on, making it difficult to see the road ahead. “Ugh, the lights!!” I snorted, adjusting my rearview mirror. I suddenly felt uncomfortable as I thought of someone who had done this to me before. I knew I shouldn’t panic so Elisha wouldn’t.

“Yeah…” Elisha just sat comfortably.

I continued driving and made sure I would go steadily with the traffic. I was vigilant around me, thinking about Elisha’s safety. About half an hour later, we arrived at the hospital. I parked the car nearby the entrance. I took Kyle’s things and probably asked Sammy to take them since Layla was already waiting for us.

“May we ask for Doctor Samm Owens?” I asked the receptionist.

The lady looked at me as if I had grown two heads. “Oh, didn’t I tell you he’s in the operating room now?” she snappishly answered.

My brow arched. “No. I wouldn’t ask if I already knew about it.” I rebutted.

The lady seemed to calm. “Oh, sorry. Yes, he’s busy, but you can leave us a message,” she said.

Instead of answering her, I looked at Elisha. “Why don’t we just give it to him?” I suggested

“I don’t want….”

“What’s worst could happen?”

“Nothing…”

I inhaled deeply to calm my thoughts. I felt a bit short since morning. “Since you didn’t want to visit Kyle, I’ll just leave you here while I take his bag upstairs. What do you say?” I asked, looking at the massive and beautiful hospital lobby. I bet Elisha would disagree with me, but she wouldn’t want to stay here either.

“Okay. I’ll go with you,” Elisha surprisingly agreed with me.

“Sweet,” I smiled at her before beaming at the receptionist. “Where is Mr. Skylar Owens’ room?”

“Room 820, fifth floor,”

“Thanks!” After filling in the necessary papers, we left and headed to the elevator. Elisha was quiet, but I knew she wanted to know Kyle’s condition. ‘Here…” I said, finding his room door.

I knocked on it before opening it. Inside, we found shirtless Kyle wearing compression wraps around his torso. His face was severely bruised, with black eyes and swollen lips. He didn’t notice us as he was busily looking at the papers.

“Kyle…” I broke the silence.

Kyle then looked in our direction. “Sophie! Elisha?” he gasped, perhaps wondering what we were doing there.

“Yes, it's us,” I entered the room, holding his stuff. “We are out for lunch with Layla, but Yelena asked us to drop your laptop and bag here,” I explained. I couldn't help but feel a wave of pity wash over me when I saw his battered face closer.

“Oh, yes… I badly needed it,” Kyle smiled, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled, bringing his backpack to his bed. “How are you?”

He took the bag and slightly winced. “Still under the weather, but much better than last night. They asked me to stay for an MRI and more X-rays to see the damage inside my body,” he answered.

“Wow. Max really got you.” I remarked.

“Yes, plus you,” Kyle chuckled, “Just kidding. Anyway, thank you for this…” he added, beaming at us. Despite his condition, he managed to keep his cool.

“No biggies,” I smiled before turning away. I saw Elisha still unmoved as she stood at the door and was about to leave with me.

“El…”

“Yes..” Elisha answered as we both faced the man.

“Thanks for visiting,” Kyle said.

“It's okay,” Elisha mumbled.

“See you later. Please take care of yourself and our little ones. Drive safely, Sophie,” Kyle added.

“Sure. Let’s go,” Elisha yanked my arm and closed the door. I couldn't help but notice how conflicted El appeared to be. She seemed to be struggling with some inner turmoil about Kyle, and it was evident in her demeanor as we walked silently.

My eyes were busy as we marched out of the hospital. I had a gut feeling that we needed to leave soon. Elisha seemed to be worried as well, as she kept rubbing her bump.

I was about to ask her if she was okay when I noticed another item in the backseat. “s**t! This is his laptop!”

“Ugh!” Elisha rolled her eyes.

“I’ll take it to him. Just stay here.” I said as we walked back to the lobby.

“I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

“Okay…” I agreed and dashed towards the elevator. I quickly got inside, yet out of my clumsiness, I pressed the wrong button, and the door opened onto the lower floor. “Dang…” I closed it again. Yet, before it totally shut, I saw Sammy walking and smiling with the nurses in the corridor. I knew he saw me, but to my surprise, he unflappably stared back at me, ignoring my presence.

My eyes watered, but I kept them at bay. I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he didn’t know it was me. “Whatever, Sammy…” I murmured as I marched to the right floor.

I knocked on Kyle’s door and opened it. He seemed not surprised as he looked at me.

“I forgot to take this!” I snorted as I walked to his bed and placed it beside him.

“I knew it. Thank you…Ouch…” Kyle took the bag, but he suddenly winced in pain. He started coughing and seemed breathless as he held his chest.

“Oh, my God! Kyle! Are you okay?” I panicked, holding and checking him. His ashen, bruised face was turning pink as he gasped for air.

“Y…yes…”

“Do you want me to call the doctor?” I rubbed and patted his warm back.

“No…thanks….I’m okay…I’m okay….” Kyle puffed and closed his eyes. I knew he wasn’t, and I could see how difficult it was for him to breathe.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… yes…”

“Okay…” I noticed that Kyle seemed to be in a lot of pain. I knew he was struggling, physically and mentally, but I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. Kyle was sorry for everything he did to Elisha, and I hoped he had already learned his lesson. “Kyle…” I called him, ensuring he was okay before leaving him. Elisha was alone downstairs.

Kyle slowly opened his eyes and stared back at me. He seemed surprised to see me. “You’re still here….”

“I think you’ve had enough….” I declared.

“Say…it again?” His thick brows furrowed.

“I said you had enough….”

“I guess…” Kyle grunted.

“Do you love Elisha? Or are you just feeling sorry for what you did?” I asked, wanting to know how much love he had now for Elisha.

Kyle then looked straight at me. “I guess I already loved her even before I damaged her...” he paused. His eyes were glimmering with tears. “My revenge was simply too intense. Too terrible, I didn't notice it straight away…but to answer your question, yes...Sophie... I love Elisha... I adore her...”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” I could only say before leaving him. I closed the door and felt relieved that Kyle had finally loved my friend. He looked serious and genuine in his words. I believed Kyle would take care of my dearest friend. Elisha would finally live the life she deserved. To be loved by someone truthfully.

As soon as my elevator touched the ground, I didn’t prepare myself enough to witness a heartbreaking commotion in the lobby. Feliz and Elisha were on the floor. My friend was bleeding between her legs while some men were holding a familiar lady down next to them. “Devyn…”

“s**t! Doctor! We need a doctor!” I yelled. It took no time for anyone to send Elisha to the Emergency room. “Call the police! Don’t let her go!” I said, dashing towards Devyn and slapping her on her face. “You motherfucker! You’re going to pay for this! If something bad happens to Elisha and her babies, I will kill you!” I was about to hit her again when someone yanked me back.

“Sophie…enough..”

I turned and looked at the person who dared to stop me. All of my annoyance and anger disappeared. “Sammy!? Sammy!” I hugged him back. There, I cried in his arms like a broken child.

“You’ll be okay. shhhh….” Sammy rubbed my back, “Don’t let her go. Let the police know what she did,” he added, “Let’s go, sweety.”

I followed Sammy while clinging closer to him. His warm hands and tight hug comforted me. “I need to see Elisha,” I mumbled upon noticing where we were heading.

Sammy stopped walking and faced me. “She’s in ER right now.”

I sniffled and wiped my tears. “Yes, the doctors needed to know her condition,” I looked at him.

Sammy nodded, brushing my tear-stained cheeks with his fingers. “She will be okay…”

“I need to go…”

Sammy smiled at me. “We will go, but I want to ensure you are okay. Take a deep breath.”

I snorted, “I am okay now…” I lied. My palm was sore from slapping Devyn’s face. If only Sammy didn’t stop me, I’d probably hurt her again. The evil lady deserved it.

“Let’s go,” Sammy nodded, clutching my hand. We walked together to the Emergency Room, and there, we saw Feliz speaking with a doctor.

“Ms. Feliz!” I dashed towards her.

“Sophie! Sammy!!” Feliz's tear-stained face greeted us.

“How’s Elisha, Dr. Brando,” Sammy quickly asked the doctor.

“Oh, Dr. Sammy! Do you know them?” The man replied, looking at us.

“Yes, Elisha is my sister-in-law,” Sammy answered.

“I see…the doctors are still inside, checking and assessing her. Her vitals are okay, and they are doing an ultrasound to check her babies,” Dr. Brando replied.

“She has a condition called… pla..placenta…” I couldn’t remember the exact word.

“Placenta Previa,” Sammy said, “Would you please check and endorse her to Dr. Alexis? Her doctor, Dr. Sandy is not here today,” he added.

“Oh, yes. We already called Dr. Alexis, and I will inform her about Ms. Elisha’s condition,” Dr. Brando nodded and left.

“What do you mean, Sophie? What does Elisha have?” it was Feliz, scowling at me. “What’s wrong with my baby?”

I held her hand though a bit puzzled why she called Elisha her baby. “I will let you know…but I want to sit first,” I said, my legs and knees feeling weak and shaky.

“Okay, love.” Feliz agreed.

“Hold on to me,” Sammy held my arm as we walked toward the hospital benches. He helped me sit on it before crouching and clasping both of my hands, “Are you okay?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yes, I just need to call Layla and let her know we are still here…”

“I’ll do it for you, but I didn't have my phone with me. I ran out of battery,” Sammy stood up.

“Here. Take my phone,” I fished it from my jeans pocket and gave it to him.

“Okay, I'll be back. I’ll just get my stuff from my car,” Sammy said, taking my phone with him.

“Thanks…” I nodded.

Sammy left, and I started telling Feliz about Elisha’s condition. I shared everything with her, and that made Feliz cry even more. I didn't know how or why she was concerned or more emotional about Elisha, but I felt like I had to open up with her.

A little while later, Sammy returned, “Layla is coming here soon,” he casually said, handing me my phone. Yet, there was something in Sammy’s demeanor I couldn't put my finger on. “I’ll just call Mom so we can check Elisha inside. Please excuse me, Feliz, Sophie,” he added, turning his back, leaving me with Feliz.