Chapter 3
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{Brooke}
The lights above me and I gasped, looking up. The light stopped flickering and the whole ER room went dark, except for the single light that shone down on me. Then, all the lights were turned off and I was pushed backward. I landed with a soft thud against the cold floor. The lights returned almost instantly and I looked at the now-empty corner where the boy once was. I stared shockingly at the corner with my hands supporting my weight.
I heard firm steps right behind me and I looked up. Marco towered above me but didn't give out a helping hand. His stare was as hard and cold as a rock buried kilometers under the earth. I point a shaking hand at the corner. "There...there was a boy right there!"
I wasn't shaking with fear but with uncertainty. Marco frowned and his eyes seemed to drift elsewhere before they returned to normal. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm positive. His eyes were glowing red- I could never forget that" I shuddered in memory of those lifeless bright red eyes. It seemed almost inhuman...paranormal. Ugh, what am I thinking? Paranormal? The amnesia must've gone to my head.
Marco coughed lightly and I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light he was standing underneath. "I think you've hit your head a little too hard, Miss Rivers."
I stood up immediately so that I was at face-level with his chest. My cheeks puffed red in embarrassment that he was actually insinuating that I was crazy. "For your information, Mr. Reed, I did not hit my head, I hit my back. And I know I saw that little boy with red eyes," I scoffed.
He folded his arms over his chest. "Miss Rivers, I think we should get you to a doctor"
"I am not crazy!" I shriek a little too loudly and a pink flush creeps up my neck. I sigh, "I know what I saw but I do not expect someone small-minded like you to understand."
His face darkens and his lips form a thin line. "Miss Rivers, you need to bite that tongue of yours. Or perhaps you're forgetting I can fire you in a second?"
I gnaw on my lip harshly. This job means the world to me because of income and my dreams. Also, the fact that I would be the World's first employee to be fired the fastest on her first day of work. The embarrassment. "Fine."
"Now, let's continue with the tour," he said passively like the ER lights didn't flicker and blackout.
"Are you serious?"
"What, Miss Rivers? What could possibly be wrong now?"
"You're acting like the lights in this room didn't creepily flicker and black-out," I say suddenly realizing that everyone was acting normally. "In fact, everyone is!"
"You definitely need medical attention, Miss Rivers," he dead-pans and motions for a nurse to come over.
"No. What I need are answers," I huff.
"Stop acting like this is a detective show with you solving the mystery of creepy lights. Here, I have an answer: The power circuits malfunctioned for a bit and returned to normal," he rolls his eyes slightly and the nurse begins to touch my forehead.
"Hmm, she doesn't have a headache so she isn't hallucinating," my cheeks redden in embarrassment and humiliation. It oddly stung that Marco didn't trust me.
"Of course I'm not," I growl but I cover my mouth quick. Since I was found on half-dead on a road I've been known to let out...animalistic sounds. Like a growl or a whimper. Doctors say that my vocal cords might've been affected somehow and instead of muttering I might growl. I've learned to control it over the years but it just comes out sometimes.
The nurse gives me a once-over and begins to check my pulse. Marco frowns and his eyes form suspicious slits. I cough three times and pull at the collar of my shirt. "Um, I have to go to the lady's room."
I slip out of the nurse's grasp and follow the signs that direct me to the restroom. Of course, I felt Marco's eyes burning holes in my back. I'm prone to slight asthma attacks since I had a stab wound in my chest before. I enter the bathroom frantically and throw my sling purse on the counter. I rummage around breathing heavily and pull out an inhaler. I blow three puffs into my mouth and my breathing returns to normal.
I sigh and recollect my scattered things which include a year old lip gloss. I throw it out before turning towards the bathroom door. It close immediately. I freeze. Someone was watching me...I run to open the door and look at both sides. There was no one. But the door couldn't really close by itself without opening it first right?
I rub my temple, frustrated. I might as well schedule an appointment with Lydia- the doctor who was in charge of me during and after my coma. I need to know if my amnesia is affecting my eyesight and credibility now. Let's see if my bosses allow me a day off.
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How unfortunate was it that Xander wasn't at his office? He went out for lunch was what his assistant told me. So I had to stomp over to my other bosses that I embarrassed myself in front of earlier. I had left my purse in the locker room where we doctors place our belongings. I approached the office door confidently but I didn't expect to hear giggles to come from inside the office.
"Marcus, please, I want more," a whiny feminine voice moaned. Something clawed at my heart and I felt it sink down.
"Alaina," Marco's voice came out in a warning tone and I applauded him. He better send Alaina running for the hills. How do I wish to confront that girl and say that my bosses belong- wait, what? Do my bosses belong to me?! Hell, no. I desperately need that appointment with Lydia; something is definitely wrong with me.
I knock first before entering and the sight was horrifying- at least to me. A green monster I didn't know I had in me popped up suddenly and I placed a hand on my chest to calm my breathing. Alaina was laid down on a desk and she was tugging Marcus's white coat closer to her, pressuring her lips against his even further. Her other hand was running in between Marco's locks.
My heart was being ripped apart by two strangers I barely knew. My knees wobbled with betrayal. But how could someone that had nothing to do with me betray me?
Marcus shoved Alaina's hand away looking pissed. "What the hell Alaina?!"
Marco's hand grasped at her wrist that was connecting her hand to his locks and slapped it away. "Weren't you here to apply for a pediatrician place? Cause last I knew this was a strip club," Marco's eyes were somehow darker than usual.
I began to pant heavily and held tightly to the doorknob. "Brooke? I mean, Miss Rivers?" Marcus looked over at me not worriedly but seemingly bored.
I clawed at my chest to stop the overwhelming pain I felt. My asthma started to act up again and my breathing turned from panting to lathered. I gulped, trying to get oxygen into my lungs. "I...I need it..where- where is...it..." I breathe frantically and looked around for my inhaler. I had forgotten that I left it in the locker room that was two stories away.
I ran out of the room, trying to head to a Pulmonologist's office, but I didn't even make it past a hallway when I finally collapsed on the ground. I rolled over, grasping at my chest, my eyes wide and trying to find help somewhere.
Two warm bodies were pressed against my torso and firecrackers ignited. I felt weirdly comforted but the figures where blurry.
"s**t! She's having an asthma attack!" Marco's voice sounded distant but I felt my eyelids drooping.
"Get an inhaler!" Marcus's voice sounded deep when he commanded.
"My...it's in...locker room..purse.." my words slurred over.
"Shhh...Brooke, it's coming don't worry," Marco's voice was soothing in a way when he stroked a lock of my hair. Something in me wanted to whimper but I restrained myself. I hated looking so weak in front of anybody.
My body convulsed harshly and Marcus let out a string of curses. "Where's the f*****g inhaler! We won't lose you too, no matter what..."
Lose me? I was just a simple employee; a pediatrician. But at that moment it seemed I was something more..
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