My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Mason
“What do you mean it's your sister that is ill? Then why did you tell me you were ill?” I asked Daniel as we walked down the hallway.
“You ended the call before I could speak fully. I'm sorry for wasting your time.” He came to me at the receptionist.
The nurse couldn't find him earlier because it wasn't Daniel that was hospitalized, but his sister.
She was undergoing surgery, which had been in operation for the past ten hours.
“It's fine.” It wasn't his fault. I should have listened to him before ending the call.
“Why didn't you ever mention that your sister was sick? I had no idea,” I stared.
We did not just have an employee and employer relationship.
“Well, I didn't want to bother you with my problems," he said.
“You should,” I said, and he turned sharply at me. As though he didn't expect to say that, “I want to know what's going on with you.”
“Is Mr. Woods extending care to me?” He asked and I glared at him.
“You don't have to stay or come. I'm already sorry that I have to take today off without prior informing you.” He did
“I'm already here; might as well see her,” I said. I continued, “If you really are sorry, then treat me to dinner.”
He didn't need to; maybe it was me who craved a friend's presence. Since Luke and David left the country three years ago, I rarely had time to have fun with friends.
It was actually because I didn't have any friends other than them.
We got to the place where the surgery was being carried out. From the glass, we could see the doctors around her.
Daniel placed his hand on the glass, his eyes pinned ahead.
I placed one hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “She'll be fine,” I said.
The surgery was completed in thirty minutes.
Cynthia was moved to a VIP room.
I stood close to Daniel, who held her hand. She was still unconscious.
When I left, I made a mental note to take a personal interest in those who were close to me.
As I walked down the hallway, my phone in my pocket beeped.
A message from Julia. She sent a photo of the drugs she had got. Another beep and another photo followed.
A photo of herself. I clenched my blazer that I held. Julia is beautiful with a unique smile, but I suddenly wished it was a picture of Lydia.
Lydia is more beautiful. Her dimple smile made my day. Julia's photo reminded me of those photos that Lydia sent. She would always send one when I was having a bad or long day.
My lips involuntarily pulled upwards, a smile gracing my face.
“You can put your mind to rest, Mason.” I let out a breath slowly.
“I love you.” My hands danced on the screen as I walked. Suddenly, something hard hit my chest.
I gasped and staggered back, not expecting it.
Those in the hallway looked over.
I winced in pain at the sensation sliding down my chest.
It was followed by a clanging sound. A lady with brown hair looked down, picking up the flask. Her hair covering her face.
I looked at my chest.
My shirt clung to my chest. I gritted my teeth as I watched the flask bounce on the floor before it finally stopped.
The remaining content spills on the floor, staining the white floor.
“I am so sorry I didn't see…” a familiar voice began and stopped when I lifted my eyes.
“Mason.”
“Lydia.”
We both spoke at the same time. “What are you doing here?” She asked, "I'm sorry.”
I had not expected to see her here.
The screen of my phone was covered with cheese.
“Are you alright!” She asked the concern in her voice suddenly shallow.
I wasn't fine, but it wasn't that bad, but I want to allow this chance to spend some time with Lydia.
I thought of something quickly and clutched my chest. “No, I'm not; why is this so bad? I think I need to be hospitalized,” I said and saw how her eyes brim with worry.
"Sit down." Lydia said and walked to the side, "I'll be right back." She turned back and placed the now empty flask in the empty space next to me.
She returned back shortly with a nurse.
My eyes widened when I saw the lady. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it was already too late.
They guided me to a room.
"Does it hurt?" The nurse asked. I was seated in the bed. I nodded, looking at Lydia, who was by her side; her eyes were on my chest
"It burns."
"Alright, I'll get it treated immediately." I began to shake my head, "can you stay with him for a moment? I'll go get the necessary things," the nurse said.
Lydia looked between us.
"I don't think so. I guess I'll come with you," She said.
"I'm sorry once again. But since the nurse is here, I'll leave it to her. If you want any compensation, you can speak to my assistant."
They left the room together.
I gritted my teeth, wishing it was a bigger accident.
Maybe she would have cared more.
After a while, the nurse walked back into the room with a tray in her hand. Lydia wasn't with her. "Where is the lady?"
"She left; she asked me to treat you. It seems she has someone that needs her attention." Someone? Who could that person be?
I wondered why she was here and if the person had anything to do with the man I saw her with the other day.
The nurse settled the tray on the side of the bed, "I'll take off your shirt first." She said.
I am not a fan of nurses. I looked in the tray, scanning the things she brought. Fortunately, there was no needle
That was a relief.
But then, I didn't want to be treated, at least not by her.
"The burn is not that serious. I can do it myself." I said.
At that moment, the door suddenly pushed open, and Lydia stepped in.
"You came back. I thought you..."
"I caused this; I'll just see it to the end. The last thing I want is to be indebted to you." She said, but her reason doesn't matter. What mattered was that she was back.
I let out a groan, leaning into the bed.
"Are you in pain?" The nurse asked, and I almost yelled at her. What type of nurse asked that to a patient obviously groaning in pain?
"Yes."
"But I thought you-"
"Are you just going to stand there and watch a patient die from pain?" I asked, interrupting her.
"No one dies from this burn, Mason, don't be dramatic," Lydia said.
"You say that after doing this to me," I said as the nurse moved closer to me. I stopped her from touching me.
"You don't have to do it. Let her do it." I said, looking towards Lydia.
I noticed the flask in her hand. "That's not my job," she said.
"You don't want to be indebted." I reminded her of her words.
"Fine." She placed the flask on the couch and walked forward.
"You can leave us," I told the nurse, who looked between us in confusion.
"Alright." She stepped out, leaving Lydia and me alone in the room.
Lydia moved forward. "I'll have to take your shirt off."
"Okay," I said. I don't mind.
This isn't the first time, although it was the first time in years.
She carefully lifted my shirt, exposing the blotchy red skin which has been blistered. There was a long red line that looked worse than other parts of my chest.
"You're going to be fine, so stop wincing." She said sharply.
She laid a sterile pad over the burn and then placed a tape securely over it. "Do you know what you're doing?" I asked.
"You should have thought of that before asking me to stay behind."
"We'll need to keep the burn clean and apply ointment to prevent infection." She said as she applied gel on it.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
The gel soothes the burning sensation I was feeling. She spread it over my chest. Her face was close, close enough for me to hear her warm breath as it fell on my skin.
It reminded me of old times, and I had to bite the inside of my mouth. "None of your business." Her hands moved with precision. The gel was evenly spread aside from the pat she had taped.
"I just wanted to," She placed the cup of gel back on the tray and took a bandage.
"No need for a bandage." I was quick to stop her. It wasn't that bad. "Fine." She stepped back
"I think I'm done here," she took a deep breath, her eyes going over my chest. But her eyes held nothing.
My mind reverted to those times when those eyes had stared at me with desire—those times when her hands were hungry to touch my chest.
"You should feel better now," She said.
"Does this remind you of anything?" I searched her eyes, "when we were together, we used to"
"Save it. I'm not indulging in that conversation," she paused, clasping her hands together, "the nurse will be with you shortly in case there's anything you need."
I watched her as she stepped out of the room. My chest was burnt, but my heart was hurt.
I clenched my fist, fighting back whatever I was feeling right now.
A sad smile crawled into my lips.
Lydia has changed, and each time we spoke, it confirmed it. But there was something attractive about her.
I just couldn't place my hands on it.
The door opened, and the nurse walked in, temporarily distracting me from my thoughts.