NIRELLE - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

"Blood pressure? You have to go to the hospital," I say when no one seems to respond to my earlier outburst.
"I don't do hospitals," his answer was firm. I know what he was saying, but why would he give up so easily when he had been the one beating me up for not wanting to take care of myself?
"I have my meds, and as soon as I take them, I should be fine," he says.
"And you need to take off the triggers too," Mae adds, and it earns her a dead look from him.
I want to ask what the triggers are, but thinking about it, maybe I know what they are. Am I a part of them? I can only wonder to myself.
"You go and take care of yourself," he says and stands up, ready to leave us alone in the room.
"You are a hypocrite," I call and watch as his steps falter and his body stiffens. He turns slowly to me and tilts his head.
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me." His jaw flexes, and I see something dangerous flicker in his eyes. His jaws tighten, and I can see them tick slowly.
"It's none of your business," he spat out, trying to control the anger he was feeling; I could see it.
"Yeah, then die in silence." I don't know what the words that dropped from me like a bomb were, but now they were out there, and I did not care again. Mae looks stunned, almost like she was watching a show. Lucien looks at me, and I can see how red his eyes have become in a few seconds. I want him to react, to say something, but instead, he seems to be restraining himself more.
"You don't understand," he murmurs and steps out, leaving me now feeling guilty.
"Let's get her to the hospital then," Mae broke the threatening silence lingering in the room. She helped me out of bed, and we walked to the front door with Lucien following silently behind us.
"Don't admit her; ensure you have her home by tonight," Lucien said as I stepped into the car. I rolled my eyes at him, but I did not say anything.
"I am the doctor, and I would do what needs to be done," Mae responds before shutting the door and entering from the other side. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do," were Mae's last words before she entered the car, not allowing Lucien to say anything in response.
The car began, and for the second time in the day I was out of the house, and even when I had bad period cramps, Yvette never thought of taking me to the hospital, not even once. The last time I was at the hospital was when my birth father died. To this day, I do not have an idea of what happened and why he died.
"You seem nervous," Mae murmured as she left the gates, the huge mansion gates behind us.
"Nervous isn't the word I will use." I don't think it's right for me to open up to this woman I haven't met before.
"I can assure you that everything would be fine."
"Are doctors allowed to promise?" I ask, and she nods with her head. Then why was she promising me that? We would not know how the hell things would play out. I might be terminally ill for all we know.
"We are not, but I have to save you, or I might be dead," she says. Her tone does not sound like someone fooling around; she sounds serious.
"Are you saying that Lucien would hurt you?" I gasp, and she does not respond.
"I have known him for years, and this is the first time I have seen him different." Mae's answer does not give me any answers; it feels like she pushed me into further confusion. Maybe if I ask the right questions, I might find the answers I am searching for.
"You say you've known him for long?" I begin, and she nods. "Then you know him well? How long have you known him for?"
"If you want to ask personal questions about him, then I suggest that you ask him yourself," she responds before I can even think of what the first question is supposed to be.
"Is it that you won't tell me because you are sworn to secrecy, or you can't tell me because you don't know?" I ask, and her response is to glance lightly at me before she turns her attention back to the road.
"Lucien is a bit too different from what you know was the norm." I want to tell her that I do not know anything as the norm. The only other young man I know was Cory, and he could not be the norm. I knew very well that he was the exception, and well, lucky me, here I am meeting another exception so early in my life. "But maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt." She takes my hand and pats the back, loving that it made me feel creeped out for a tiny moment. "I believe in you."
"To do what?"
"I believe in you." Her words are leaving me in further confusion, even worse than before, but before I can ask what she means, I hear the sound of a siren and look up. We are at the hospital, and my heart skips a beat.
"We would run some tests, and I would have you home in time for dinner."
"Are you letting me go because he asked you to?" I ask, and once again, I am met with intense silence. We walk through the hospital, and we are in the labs.
I have no idea what she is testing me for, but after all is done, she refers me to a plastic surgeon for my back, and he then takes a look and prescribes a few drugs and lotion for me. I take it and move, ready to leave.
As I walk out, I can feel a thousand eyes on me; the number of bodyguards following me makes me even more conscious than I am supposed to be. Everyone was whispering or saying something, and even though I was convincing myself that I was not the centre of attraction, their eyes on me seemed too much to ignore.
"?" A voice called out to me, and I turned in the direction, only to see a man striding towards me. He was dressed in a grey suit; his hair was perfectly done as if he had just come from a TV broadcast. The bodyguards step in front of him almost immediately to stop him from getting to me.
Their actions did not seem to deter him as he tried to peer through and then called again. "? It's me." I stare at him, wondering who he could be and why he knew my name so well. To be sure I was the one, he did not look like someone who worked at the Thamore mansion either. Was this a test by Lucien, too?
"It's me, Cassian."