An Anonymous Call | √

Chapter 25

"When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul"

— 21 Guns// Green Day

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"If you weren't there, she could have died on spot. You handled the situation brilliantly." Dr. Miller told her.

Brittney beamed at the doctor, as her father rested a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you so much. Thank you for saving Katherine. Her life means a lot to us."

"Would she be fine?" Her mother asked. Brittney's parents knew Katherine from their childhood days. Back then, Katherine was a young and happy woman who had many friends and admirers. She had started the shop with her husband and it used to run very well.

But eventually time and age had killed everything —friends, relatives, husband. Even the shop was taking its last breath in the graveyard that was once known as Katherine's home, sweet home.

"She's fine now. Though we'll have to keep her in CCU for the next two or three days, to keep a watch on her. In case the attack happens again," Dr. Miller reasoned.

It had been two days.

Two days of fight, uncertainty, and panic. But they said finally Katherine was alright. Of course there was still risk of another recurring heart attack, but things were under control now. They were now monitoring every heart beat of hers.

"I think it's time for you to go home and catch some sleep honey," her mother said, lightly kissing her in the cheek, "We are here. And she'll be alright. Just fine."

"But mom don't you see—"

"We can handle the situation here, Brittney."

"Maybe your attachment with Katherine is in a whole different level than ours," this time it was her father speaking. He sighed as he continued speaking, his hand on her shoulder, "And we would never be that close. But she means a lot to us too. She was our entire childhood. Mine, your mother's."

"But dad, how can I go? How do I know she won't just..." She started sobbing again like the last two days.

"We are here. She'll be fine. But you here, kid, need rest. Look at you, you look so...so devastated. You have barely slept or eaten anything in the last two days. Go home and get some sleep, okay?"

They had closed their restaurant abruptly for the week. The hospital authorities would barely let them see Katherine, because they weren't her close relatives. And that was the irony of the whole thing. They cared about Katherine maybe like nobody else, but they weren't her 'close' relatives. Whereas those who had not even cared to pay a visit even after all this, were her near ones.

"Dad, you guys have not taken rest as well!"

"That's what we are parents for," He whispered softly, with a wise grin. Brittney noticed her father was looking tired as well. Bags under his eyes, same worn out navy blue T-shirt, unshaved face. Her mother looked equally distorted.

Looking at her parents she knew her own condition must not be any better. She did not have an opportunity to look at the mirror and find out what awful creature she was looking like, but that was not necessary. She knew she was looking terrible, because she was feeling terrible. For the only worry that was killing her inside was not Katherine. There was someone else included.

None other than Michael Adams.

If it had been two days since Katherine was admitted in the hospital, then it was also another two days that he had preferred to keep his phone 'switched off'. If he was still in a condition to make decisions and preferences, that is.

She barely had the opportunity to call him during all this hassle. But the times she called, of course borne no fruit.

Switched off.

Switched off.

Bloody goddamned hell.

Up to this point Brittney had thought the worst thing in her life was what had happened to her with Michael Haywood.

But it was only about time that she realized it was not.

For life is but a spinning wheel. You can never pinpoint the best or worst moment in your life. As long as you keep moving, the best or worst is always yet to come. You would have your fair share of good and bad times, but that never allows you to stand at one moment and pinpoint it as your best or worst experience.

Walking fast through the ground floor of the Fords City Hospital, she thought this, this very phase was the worst in her life. So much happening, so much pain, tension, grief, anxiety.

But as she was hurriedly making her way through the crowds of busy workers, doctors, nurses, patients, and their families, her eyes met with a scene that she could bet was indeed the worse moment of her life.

Her eyes, feet, and the whole body got stuck in there. She was sure ice, instead of blood, was running through her veins.

People were crossing her in busy footsteps; some even pushing her away in the process.

And she stood their like a doll, lifeless without a battery. The more she remained there, the more breathless she felt.

Nothing was worse. Just nothing.

And she did not know how to react.

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*No A/N, I'm just gonna zip my mouth up*

Okay, let's change the topic! *nervous smile with that please-don't-glare-at-me face*

Well, even though I've every single thing figured about the story, and I won't change that, recently I've been feeling really worthless about writing this (book).

But I still have to write, like a whole bunch of chapters to get to the finishing line. So...I guess I should write on.

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