ELLİOT SHARONThe morning was calm in the emergency room. No surgeries so far, just a few people with minor abrasions and burns. It was a little past eight in the morning when the sirens blared; a trauma case was on its way. It was going to be one of those days.I rushed, donning my apron, alongside some of my interns, waiting for the paramedics to descend and present the case."What do we have?" I asked as the paramedic stepped out of the ambulance, preparing to lower the stretcher."Car accident," one of the paramedics replied. "White woman, 23 years old, 1.62 cm, 68 kg. Head trauma, exposed fracture in the left leg, abrasions on the arms, and bruises on the abdomen. She was pulled from the wreckage; it's a miracle she's still alive. The driver wasn't in the car when we arrived."A cold sweat dripped down my face when I saw that the patient was Morgana. I was paralyzed, a sense of panic coursing through me. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. Her hands were bloody and cold
RYAN BURKE I was interrupted in the middle of a meeting by one of the assistants knocking insistently on the door. "Come in," I said, furrowing my brow and showing my total dissatisfaction with the interruption.She entered trembling, walking stumblingly."Sir, a man is calling from a hospital," she said with a faltering voice. "He said you're the emergency contact for a patient there."Hospital? Who would be calling me?"Which hospital?" I furrowed my brow intrigued."San Rose, sir," she replied shakily. "Connect the call.", I replied calmly and she released the air trapped in her throat. She left, and the phone beside me almost immediately rang. The little doctor from the other night was on the line, disgust filled the air. Then he said Morgana had been in an accident. I felt my veins chill. My wife was in trouble and depended on me. Screw the meeting.I stood up, apologized, and left the room as quickly as I could. I looked at the assistant and asked her to cancel all the appoint
RYAN BURKEAfter dealing with the formalities, she suggested I go home to get some rest. She argued that Morgana would feel better knowing I was taking care of myself.I accepted her suggestion but chose to stay at the hospital instead. I walked through the empty corridors, reflecting on how my life had changed in a matter of hours.It was almost night when two doctors came to give me updates. My body was tense and tired. I couldn't leave for anything, not even to drink water or use the bathroom. I just needed news about her health."Mr. Burke?" the doctor said."Yes," I replied, rubbing my face to ward off sleep."I am Doc. Jordana Mikael; I performed one of your wife's surgeries. It was hours of surgery; we had a small complication, but now she is sedated and stable." she said calmly."Complication?" I furrowed my brows, feeling agony filling my chest. "She's going to be okay, right?""It's too early to say," she replied in a gentle and solemn tone. "The postoperative period will tel
Twelve days laterMORGANAI opened my eyes, trying to process the surroundings. The lights were bright, and I heard beeps from the heart monitor echoing in the room. A strong buzzing in my ears. I woke up with a headache, probably the effect of the anesthesia wearing off. A taste of blood invaded my throat, and my hands and arms had all kinds of venous accesses. One of my legs was suspended and bandaged, and my abdomen was also wrapped and sore.I didn't die in the accident, but that didn't mean I was okay. I moved my eyes, mapping everything, and saw Sorya lying on the sofa nearby. Then I knew I was safe. I tried to move in bed without success, and I saw the door open with Ryan's toned body appearing. His eyes were staring at me, his beautiful blue eyes wide, as dark and distant as I remembered.I wasn't sure how many days had passed. He walked alongside the bed and held my hand; his fingers were warm and comforting. I tried to smile, but I wasn't sure of the effect it had."You woke
Morgana FosterAn hour had passed. Sorya sat beside me, knitting a blue-toned scarf, while Ryan was on his phone. When the door opened again, Bethany's chestnut hair swayed as she entered with an exuberant greeting.“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” she exclaimed, hugging me with joyful shouts, causing a slight pain upon impact. “You finally woke up!”“Hey, blondie!” I laughed, responding to her warm embrace. “Missed you too!”“Do you need more medication? Are you in pain?”“I'm okay!” I glanced around, and Ryan remained arms crossed on the sofa. Sorya eyed her with a glint in her eyes. “Let me introduce you. This is Sorya, Ryan's mother, my mother-in-law. And you've probably met him around.”“Yeah, yeah, I know your husband,” she said, air quoting with her hands. “Hello, how's it going?”“Oh! Are you a friend of my daughter's?” Sorya said. I stared for a few seconds, trying to understand the daughter's expression.“Yes, ma'am!” Beth replied, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “Best f
RYAN BURKE She still wanted a divorce. I sighed tiredly. Even after this accident, even after everything I did to save her life. She still wants to leave me. And I can't allow that to happen! I don't want that to happen. Being close to her in this most critical moment, almost losing her to death, jolted me into thinking about what I feel for her. I sat on the couch beside her, continuing to review the latest company projects.Nearly two weeks away, and I needed to catch up to prepare for and take over the new projects. I received several insistent calls from Elena these days; she came here once last week. I didn't go out to talk to her and instructed James not to allow her approach. I know exactly what she wants from me.I couldn't accept her back into my life. If I did that, I could say goodbye to everything I was planning with Morgana. She would never be with me if I had any ties with Elena, and I can't take that risk now. I hope deep down that she understands. Morgana's brown eyes
RYAN BURKE I drove to Menace Lounge, Stefan’s bar, ordered a bottle of wine, and walked to the private area of the bar. As soon as I sat down, I emptied my glass, hoping my drink would drown my sorrows. I nervously lit a cigarette and called Stefan: “Hello, my dear cousin!” his voice was cheerful, as always “To what do I owe the honor of your call this time of the afternoon?” “No sarcasm, Stefan!” my voice remained cold and restless “Come to Menace. I need to talk to you!” “Okay, okay, Mr. Hothead. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” The call ended with a beep. A few minutes later, he walked through the door of the private room with another bottle of wine. “I thought it was wise to bring more wine!” he said, sitting next to me, filling a glass “What’s so important that you had to call me at this hour? Did something happen to Morgana?” “No.” I stayed silent for a few minutes, gathering strength, then completed the sentence “Elena is pregnant...” “Holy shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Two weeks later, still in recovery. MORGANA FOSTER I didn’t feel comfortable with Ryan’s departure. In the past few days, he was solely occupied with the company. Sorya told me everything he did for me and how he stayed here to take care of me in the previous weeks. I noticed he was thinner; perhaps, focusing on nutrition wasn’t his priority. I felt foolish for not recognizing his effort, but I couldn’t let feelings bloom in my heart again. I needed to be sane to exit this relationship. We married for a contract, a sham marriage without emotions. However, I broke that rule in the first year, and he shattered my heart by consistently choosing Elena. So, why would I maintain having feelings now? Days in that hospital passed. Ryan had returned to the company and visited me a few times, more frequently when Elliot started coming after his shifts. After that day when he left for a meeting, he didn’t stay around much, always receiving mysterious calls and leaving. James visited me and