Morning came slow in Damien Blackwell's penthouse. I woke to the unfamiliar hush of wealth — the kind of quiet that felt stitched with distance. For a heartbeat I lay still,
My fingers brushing the platinum band on my left hand like it might bite.
Mrs. Blackwell.
The title was cold and absurd, but the weight settled quickly: the surgery is today. I had signed. I had stolen her father's future from the edges of doom, and there was no unringing that bell.
I got up from the bed with my head aching slightly from the last nightmare.
Hope his fine I whispered to myself.
I padded barefoot to the kitchen where the sunlight pooled across the marble slab. Damien was there already.
His hands around a mug, a shirt open at the collar. He looked smaller in the morning, less the monument of fearsome power and more a man who'd been made of angles and habit for so long he'd forgotten how to be soft.
"You're up early," he said without looking.
His hand in a circular motion turning his coffee
"You sleep?" I asked, because he never seemed to, but the question came out softer than i meant.
He turned,"A little." with his finger giving the demonstration, He set his cup down carefully, as if any clatter might crack something fragile between them.
There was coffee in a white cup waiting for me. I accepted it because manners mattered even in prisons gilded with good intentions. I kept my voice level. "Did the transfer go through?"
Damien's jaw tightened, a little. "Yes. The hospital called an hour ago. They had the preliminary approvals. You can take a breath, Eva."
Hahhh!! I let out a loud sigh of relieve.
Thank you. I said sobbing with my both hands on my face.
You don't have to thank me, it's a deal.
I'm meant to.
I know, A little tear tickled down my eyes and I wiped it.
Hey… I called, his expression changed and something appears more like concern not the controlling man I have always known.
His hand trying to reach out, are you okay?
There's a way he asked this question.
I remember at the dinner with the Investors he kept asking is I was okay.
And In a way, as much as I hate to accept the fact, I like the way he ask the question, his voice low and soothing "you okay?"
I smiled a little, yeah I am..
I'm just happy and I had a nightmare about my dad earlier this morning.
Oh I see, I'm sorry about that.
Now I know why you where up so early.
What I asked laughing, I do wake up early.
No you don't, he said with a smile
More like a forced one.
Your dad's surgery is scheduled for this 3pm.
I'll be there before then, you'll have to forgive me I have something to do at the office this morning real quick.
He said getting up.
Okay, that's not a problem. I wasn't expecting you'll come though.
I have a lot of time to prepare but then I'll love to be there early enough to see how things go myself.
Damien left and ordered Silas to take me my there whenever I was ready.
I wandered the living room for few minutes after my meal before I got into the bathroom to freshen up.
I quickly got prepared, I looked at my time and it was 12pm.
My phone buzzed and I saw Damien's text.
Hey Eva! I'm sure you're still home.
I just got a call from the hospital that the organ needed wasn't ready..
No need to panick I'm trying to fix it a d hasten the process..
Regardless the surgery holds today.
I just wanted to keep you updated with any information that gets to me.
Oh my, what kind of incompetence in practice is this..
I thought the hospital was one of the best?
I hurriedly got dressed and left.
Silas, was already waiting and warming up the car.
I was about opening the car when he stopped me, Mrs Blackwell please..
I stopped abruptly turning around like a Robert.
He smiled and ran a little and opened the car for me.
Is that why he stopped me?
And I thought he wanted to stay something serious at this situation am in right now.
All this wealthy people privileges, what's there if I opened my the car myself.
I shook my Head with a faint smile.
He bowed and entered the driver's seat and zoomed off.
The city was wears a gloomy expression.
The only difference was the road busy with pedestrians, I looked out but I'm sure they can see me.
The window are incredibly tinted.
We finally got to the hospital and I walked in briskly without waiting for Silas to do the door opening this time.
He looked at me with a "thats not how it's supposed to be" I smiled a little and he said All the best Mrs Blackwell..
I replied thank you Silas still climbing the stairs leading to the entrance before I disappeared.
I went straight to my dad's ward and he was still lying down on his bed.
I held his hand squeezing it a little.
He woke up, He was fast asleep before now.
The nurse walked by and stopped when she saw me.
Eva, How is everything going so far.
She asked like she knew what I've gotten Into.
How did she know? Or did Damien mention anything to her.
More like I'll relate this to my wife?
I'm okay, I said..
You'll be fine and Everything will be fine also.
The process is really hastened up, the surgery will still be a success today okay.
No need to panic!
She left.
Few hours after my dad has woken up, Damien walked in same with the doctor.
My Dad was wheeled into the theatre.
He held my arms and said.
I'll be back soon in health daughter.