I Was Never Yours - Episode 13
12-09-25 (17:36)
There was an incessant buzzing sound coming from my
coat pocket as we rounded the corner to the hospital.
There was only one person who had this new number
so it wasn't hard to guess who it was. That said, I
didn't want to answer the call, not now not ever. I
pulled the phone out angrily and switched it off,
throwing it into my duffle.
"Trouble in paradise?" Nick joked but his smirk felt half-
hearted and I realized the situation was taking its toll
on him. We'd both tried to be calm and collected
throughout the plane ride and the twenty-minute drive
to the hospital but now nerves were starting to show.
My entire body was trembling and it wasn't just from
the cold; beside me, Nick had gone stiff, clenching and
unclenching his fists. He had called the hospital once
more when we had landed but he'd not gotten much
out of it. They told us that Olivia was still under
observation and that they'd only be able to tell us
more once they'd confirmed we were her actual family.
The thought of confronting my sister was clawing at
my insides. I had spent months resenting her but it had
just dawned on me that she'd never asked me to
marry that guy she'd dumped at the altar. That had
been my choice and mine alone and I had no right to
hate her. It was her life and she'd made a decision,
which while reckless and stupid for the most part, was
hers to make. Now that I didn't even have anger and
regret to shield myself from the guilt, I was most
definitely feeling the full weight of what I'd done.
The cab jerked to a halt and I was caught off guard.
Nick chuckled as I hit the back of the driver's seat with
force and I glared at him. He raised his hands
defensively and got out of the taxi; right, okay of
course I was supposed to pay, I thought to myself. I
got out a wad of cash from my back and handed the
driver twenty dollars who grunted roughly in response.
Quickly I got out and caught up with the blonde
already heading for Chicago State Hospital's entrance.
He stopped right in front of the double doors and
closed his eyes. I stared at him, thinking about what
was going through his mind right now. Guilt, both of us
felt undeniable guilt and both of us were scared to
death of confronting the girl we'd find inside. He
believed he was responsible for her condition and I
believed I had given up on her too easily. She was my
sister and I hadn't even blinked before stealing her life,
marrying her fiancé and never bothering to look for
her. What kind of a person was I? I lowered my head
in shame and focused on my shoes as Nick continued
to stand stalk still.
"Shall we?" he asked after a while and offered me his
arm. I snorted as I walked in on my own; who was
this guy kidding?
As soon as we entered, the sterile smell of the hospital
attacked my senses and made me feel slightly
nauseous. I immediately felt a headache coming up.
God I hate hospitals, I thought. Back home the
occasions when I had to go to one were rare; my
family had been blessed with remarkably good health
and perfect coordination skills, safe to say none of us
were accident-prone. That fact itself was driving me
crazy with questions. It was hard to believe that Olivia
had gotten into a hit-and-run but I was more content
with that information than the alter-native...
"Olivia...Olivia Bell," said a stuttering Nick and I shook
my head to get out of my own little world. I took a
deep breath; okay, you can do this Ari.
The kindly looking receptionist studied us before typing
on her computer.
"Olivia Bell, female, 21, brought here approximately 12
hours ago, involved in an accident in the downtown
area," she read off the screen in a detached monotone
voice and perched up her glasses on her nose.
"That's her, can we go see her now?" Nick asked
anxiously and I frowned, wondering why I wasn't the
one asking questions and sounding worried. She was
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