Mark's POV
Not believing what i've just seen with my own eyes, i still remain in the same spot for a few minutes. He's back... and he's alive. "Mr Owen?" Mumbles a voice behind me. Feeling defended from the surroundings, i choose to ignore the voice. "Hello? Mister Owen?" Suddenly a finger taps me on the shoulder, knocking me out of my own world.
"Woah?! What!?" Loudly i snap, as i jump out of my skin. In front of me stands a young looking nurse, looking slightly surprised by my reaction.
"Erm... I just came to find you, because Miss Matthews is awake... and she's looking for you..."
"Oh...right...is she." Rubbing my face with the palms of my hands, i inhale a deep breath, until the nurse's words register in my mind. "Oh shit, Chloe!" Sprinting back down the corridor i make my way back to her room. She can't know Gary's here.
Slamming open Chloe's door, a little harder than intended i stumble through it, tripping over my own feet. "Mark?!" She yelps from her bed. Heavily breathing, i walk over to her, trying to catch my breath back as quick as possible.
"We...we...need to get... out of...here..." Leaning against the bed frame, i stare in the female's frightened looking eyes.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"We need to leave Chloe... right now... not to the hotel, but back to the UK."
Squinting her eyes and frowning her lips, she shakes her head disagreeing with my plan. "Are you kidding me? I've just woken up and i'm still in pain. Do you really want me to risk harming the baby's health? Not that you care, because it's not yours, but you could at least act like a caring friend for once!"
"I do care about you... and the baby... of course, but it's not safe here...clearly. You just get dressed and i'll go back to the hotel to get our cases packed, ok?"
"Mark, just stop it! You're scaring my now. I'm not going anywhere until the doctors give me and my baby the all clear. I don't care, it's safe in here and i'm refusing to move. If you're that fussed about leaving, why don't you just go? You haven't been much help anyway!" Her face turns a shade of red from the anger building up in her face. Choosing to ignore her hurtful comments, i go ahead with my plans anyway.
"...I'm going back to the hotel... i wont be long... make sure you're ready within an hour or so. I'll book us a taxi to pick us up outside the hospital. See you soon." Drifting out of the hospital room again, Chloe continues to call after me.
"Mark! Mark come back! You can't make decisions for me! Mark..."
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Dragging the suitcases inside the hospital entrance, i immediately walk over towards the reception area. "I'm here to collect Chloe Matthews... is she ready?" Leaning the cases against the reception desk, i rest my sunglasses in my fringe.
"Chloe Matthews..." She types the name into the computer.
"She's on the second floor, end room? She came in yesterday."
"Oh yes... Chloe, of course. We've just visited her room not so long ago, but she went with another nurse."
Frowning my eyebrows, as confusion fills my face, i give the nurse my complete attention. "I don't get it? Why has another nurse taken her? She's ok isn't she?!" Anxiety sounds in my voice, as my eyes widen from fear.
"Oh...no...no she's fine. I'm guessing she just needed help getting dressed. I'm sure if you go to her room the nurse will explain everything to you."
Breathing a sigh of relief, i nod my head. "Thank you. Is it ok if you look after the cases, whilst i go and collect her?"
"Of course. You know the room number, right?"
"Yes... it's embedded in my memory." I grin. "I'll be 10 minutes, max."
The elevator stops on Chloe's corridor. At least she has actually decided to get dressed, which means we will both be leaving back to the UK together. I guess things between the pair of us are getting better than i dreamt. With Gary out of the picture now, who knows what will happen? Happily walking back down to Chloe's room, i notice a nurse leaving the room opposite. With a grin spreading across my face, i decide to check if Chloe's still in her room or maybe she's having a final check over. "Hiya. I'm looking for Chloe? She has been staying in this room opposite. Is she ready to leave yet?"
"The last i saw of her, she was being taken to the top floor. A friend of her's just had a brain scan, so she rushed off to visit him." A faint buzzing sound fills my ears and there's a sudden numbness running through my veins. Swallowing hard, my voice stutters.
"W...W...What...? Who? How did she know about him?!" It can't be. It can't be Gary, please!
"The guy who went missing, right? One of the nurses recognised him on the missing posters from the office, and i guess Chloe over heard us talking when she was asleep in her room a few seconds after you left."
"This can't be happening. Why did you have to be so careless?! Don't you think she's been through enough? He's nothing but trouble, and this has made it even worse."
"I'm not so sure about that, Sir. Chloe was over the moon that he has been found. In fact she was speechless. He's the baby's father, isn't he? I didn't see the problem between them. Her boyfriend has been found and she couldn't of thanked us enough."
Biting my lip, i angrily shake my head in disapproval. Why did he have to come back? He's ruined everything! "...Take me there. Right now." I speak in a bitter tone.
Marching down the top floor beside the nurse, she stops outside the middle room. "Now, he's a little drowsy and his mind is fuzzy at the moment. It's been advised by the patients doctor, that you do not ask any big confusing questions. For now he doesn't even remember his own name or where he is. Although he remembers Chloe. That was the person he has been asking for since he arrived here. Good luck." Patting my shoulder, the nurse walks back over towards the office area leaving me alone, standing outside Gary's room. No matter what happens, me and Chloe will be travelling back to the UK together, even if it kills me. Pushing open the door, the soft sound of a monitor bleeping catches my attention. A brown haired female instantly lifts her head, by the sound of the door creaking open.
"...M...Mark?" Looking over at the tear stained woman, i notice her fingers interlocked with a lifeless body's hand. More tears build in her eyes, as she takes hold of the man's bicep. "L...Look...G...G...Gaz... it's Mark... you remember him, right?" Standing with my back pressed against the now closed door, my eyes glance over at the figure laying on the bed. His hand rests against his steady breathing chest, whilst a pipe hangs out the corner of his mouth. Weakly flickering his eyelids, he looks into my direction. Just by seeing the pair of them together, i can already feel my world shatter under my feet.
Sunday 23 February 2014
Wednesday 12 February 2014
Chapter 33
Gary's POV
I've been rowing for the past two and a half hours. The sky seems to have gotten lighter, so i'm guessing that it's quickly approaching the early hours of the morning, not that this mist is doing me any favours. Running my tongue along my dry, sore lips i rest against the side of the boat, massaging my aching temples. I could be hours away from people, i'm starting to think that maybe it was a good idea to stay on the island and pray that a boat would of stopped by at some point. Feeling incredibly light headed i close my eyes for a brief moment. It's cold and there's barely enough energy left in me to even open my eyes now. The thought of being reunited with Chloe and our baby is slowly fading away in my mind, i might not be much help with her and i know she can do a lot better than being tied down to me, but at least when i'm with her i can protect and support her giving my mind ease. The amount of stress i must be putting her through from the second of my disappearance sickens me, what if something's happened to our baby? What if... no... please god no... stress is a common cause of miscarriage... this is all my fault... my own child. Faintly the boat starts to rock, disturbing me from my grieving, little by little the waves start to increase in size. "Eh?" Snapping open my eyes i look around the abandoned sea, until my eyes catch something from the foggy air. Can it be? All of a sudden i get a rush of hope runs through my entire body. It's a boat, but not just a boat, by the size of it it looks like a cruise. Breathing a sigh of relief i see it slowly move closer in the distance. "HELP! HELP ME!" Cupping my hands around my mouth, i begin to yell at the top of my lungs. Surly someone has to hear or at least see me, but then again i probably look like an ant to them. Waving my arms i begin to jump a little trying to get some sort of human contact, this could be my final chance of getting home again, and i'll do everything i can to try and get some help. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"
A loud horn sounds when the boat stops suddenly in the distance. I've been trying to get their attention for over quarter of an hour now. The niggling pain in my head turns into a more icy feeling soon followed by a stabbing in the side of my temples. "Fuck!" Taking my head in my hands i curse loudly from the horrific pain i'm witnessing. I need to get myself checked out.
"Hello?" A voice echoes in the distance, which travels to my ear drums from a megaphone. "Is anyone out there?"
Chewing the inside of my check, trying to soothe the striking pain travelling now through my weakened body, i feel as if i'm on some sort of fairground, as my head begins to spin rapidly. "H...H...HEL...HELP ME! HELP ME NOW!" My body trembles and my knees start to give way. "HELP ME!" Shouting several times, the pain takes over my body. Uncontrollable i fall to against the back of the boat, giving the back of my head a hard whack enough for me to see stars, stars which are soon replaced by darkness. This is the end... isn't it?
Mark's POV
"Gave me quite a fear again, Miss Matthews..." Taking her hand in mine, i gently run my thumb across each one of Chloe's fingers. "...But i promise you... once you're well enough... and that little fighter inside of you, too... we're going back home... just the three of us...stress free..." Moving my free hand towards her ageless face, i gently stroke the back of my hand against her cheek. It's been a stressful few hours once again, but thankfully mother and baby are slowly pulling through. "You're a beautiful girl... you know that? How did he ever end up with someone like you in his life?" Sighing softly, i move away a strand of hair from her closed eyes. "...He's abandoned you... both of you.. god knows where he is now... putting you through all this... you could of lost your child today... and if you did... it would of been all his fault... right now i can't even speak his name..." Shaking my head in anger i squeeze Chloe's hand a little tighter than expected, noticing the reddened imprints of my finger nails on the top of her hand. Instantly i loosen my grip, luckily the painkillers have knocked her out for a few hours, so she's in a deep sleep at the moment, if she wasn't i'd probably be thrown out of the window by now, because of the things i've been saying for the past hour or so. "Just going to get a coffee, sweetie..." Laying my coat on the back of my chair, i quickly peck Chloe on the lips, before skipping out of the door. No matter what will happen in the future, i'm going to keep my promise of being there to support Chloe and ou-... her baby.
Rubbing my face whilst releasing a yawn, i flex my left arm at the same time. I could really do with a good kip myself. Placing my cup into the coffee machine i watch as it begins to fill with the brown sloppy liquid. Great. I can't even have a decent coffee to wake me. "Out the way! Out of the way!" Doctors run past me, which almost cause me to spill my coffee.
"Watch it." I snap, rolling my eyes over to their direction, where a crowd of doctors and nurses have formed.
"Male. Identity unknown. Possible brain damage."
Sipping from my coffee, i stand aside allowing them access through the corridor. "Ouch." I mumble under my breath. Poor sod. Continuing to watch feeling slightly intrigued, a stretcher is pushed into my direction. A fair haired man with an oxygen mask is pushed by me, only a thin paper sheeting is covering his naked body.
"He needs a brain scan right now!" They move towards the lift, where they will take him to have his brain scanned upstairs. Holding tighter to my cup i have a quick nose again. The slightly bearded man lays lifeless with his eyes firmly closed. Squinting my eyes a few times at him, whilst they wait for the lift to arrive, something snaps inside my brain. That man. I've seen him before, maybe around on the beach since being here... for some reason i can't place it. His bony looking figure, hardly breathes seeing the pain it's giving him to do so. Stirring in his sleep a quiet groan leaves his lips, which is muffled by the plastic oxygen mask.
"Stay calm sir." The lift door automatically opens, where they quickly push him inside. "Sorry sir, but you'll have to catch the next one." A doctor looks at me, before pressing the top floor.
"It's ok i'm-" My sentence comes to a sudden stop, as a pair of familiar looking eyes lock onto mine. Dropping my cup in shock, my body feels as if it's glued to the floor. No. No it can't be. The doors close, breaking our eye contact. "Gary..." I whisper to the closed metal doors.
I've been rowing for the past two and a half hours. The sky seems to have gotten lighter, so i'm guessing that it's quickly approaching the early hours of the morning, not that this mist is doing me any favours. Running my tongue along my dry, sore lips i rest against the side of the boat, massaging my aching temples. I could be hours away from people, i'm starting to think that maybe it was a good idea to stay on the island and pray that a boat would of stopped by at some point. Feeling incredibly light headed i close my eyes for a brief moment. It's cold and there's barely enough energy left in me to even open my eyes now. The thought of being reunited with Chloe and our baby is slowly fading away in my mind, i might not be much help with her and i know she can do a lot better than being tied down to me, but at least when i'm with her i can protect and support her giving my mind ease. The amount of stress i must be putting her through from the second of my disappearance sickens me, what if something's happened to our baby? What if... no... please god no... stress is a common cause of miscarriage... this is all my fault... my own child. Faintly the boat starts to rock, disturbing me from my grieving, little by little the waves start to increase in size. "Eh?" Snapping open my eyes i look around the abandoned sea, until my eyes catch something from the foggy air. Can it be? All of a sudden i get a rush of hope runs through my entire body. It's a boat, but not just a boat, by the size of it it looks like a cruise. Breathing a sigh of relief i see it slowly move closer in the distance. "HELP! HELP ME!" Cupping my hands around my mouth, i begin to yell at the top of my lungs. Surly someone has to hear or at least see me, but then again i probably look like an ant to them. Waving my arms i begin to jump a little trying to get some sort of human contact, this could be my final chance of getting home again, and i'll do everything i can to try and get some help. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"
A loud horn sounds when the boat stops suddenly in the distance. I've been trying to get their attention for over quarter of an hour now. The niggling pain in my head turns into a more icy feeling soon followed by a stabbing in the side of my temples. "Fuck!" Taking my head in my hands i curse loudly from the horrific pain i'm witnessing. I need to get myself checked out.
"Hello?" A voice echoes in the distance, which travels to my ear drums from a megaphone. "Is anyone out there?"
Chewing the inside of my check, trying to soothe the striking pain travelling now through my weakened body, i feel as if i'm on some sort of fairground, as my head begins to spin rapidly. "H...H...HEL...HELP ME! HELP ME NOW!" My body trembles and my knees start to give way. "HELP ME!" Shouting several times, the pain takes over my body. Uncontrollable i fall to against the back of the boat, giving the back of my head a hard whack enough for me to see stars, stars which are soon replaced by darkness. This is the end... isn't it?
Mark's POV
"Gave me quite a fear again, Miss Matthews..." Taking her hand in mine, i gently run my thumb across each one of Chloe's fingers. "...But i promise you... once you're well enough... and that little fighter inside of you, too... we're going back home... just the three of us...stress free..." Moving my free hand towards her ageless face, i gently stroke the back of my hand against her cheek. It's been a stressful few hours once again, but thankfully mother and baby are slowly pulling through. "You're a beautiful girl... you know that? How did he ever end up with someone like you in his life?" Sighing softly, i move away a strand of hair from her closed eyes. "...He's abandoned you... both of you.. god knows where he is now... putting you through all this... you could of lost your child today... and if you did... it would of been all his fault... right now i can't even speak his name..." Shaking my head in anger i squeeze Chloe's hand a little tighter than expected, noticing the reddened imprints of my finger nails on the top of her hand. Instantly i loosen my grip, luckily the painkillers have knocked her out for a few hours, so she's in a deep sleep at the moment, if she wasn't i'd probably be thrown out of the window by now, because of the things i've been saying for the past hour or so. "Just going to get a coffee, sweetie..." Laying my coat on the back of my chair, i quickly peck Chloe on the lips, before skipping out of the door. No matter what will happen in the future, i'm going to keep my promise of being there to support Chloe and ou-... her baby.
Rubbing my face whilst releasing a yawn, i flex my left arm at the same time. I could really do with a good kip myself. Placing my cup into the coffee machine i watch as it begins to fill with the brown sloppy liquid. Great. I can't even have a decent coffee to wake me. "Out the way! Out of the way!" Doctors run past me, which almost cause me to spill my coffee.
"Watch it." I snap, rolling my eyes over to their direction, where a crowd of doctors and nurses have formed.
"Male. Identity unknown. Possible brain damage."
Sipping from my coffee, i stand aside allowing them access through the corridor. "Ouch." I mumble under my breath. Poor sod. Continuing to watch feeling slightly intrigued, a stretcher is pushed into my direction. A fair haired man with an oxygen mask is pushed by me, only a thin paper sheeting is covering his naked body.
"He needs a brain scan right now!" They move towards the lift, where they will take him to have his brain scanned upstairs. Holding tighter to my cup i have a quick nose again. The slightly bearded man lays lifeless with his eyes firmly closed. Squinting my eyes a few times at him, whilst they wait for the lift to arrive, something snaps inside my brain. That man. I've seen him before, maybe around on the beach since being here... for some reason i can't place it. His bony looking figure, hardly breathes seeing the pain it's giving him to do so. Stirring in his sleep a quiet groan leaves his lips, which is muffled by the plastic oxygen mask.
"Stay calm sir." The lift door automatically opens, where they quickly push him inside. "Sorry sir, but you'll have to catch the next one." A doctor looks at me, before pressing the top floor.
"It's ok i'm-" My sentence comes to a sudden stop, as a pair of familiar looking eyes lock onto mine. Dropping my cup in shock, my body feels as if it's glued to the floor. No. No it can't be. The doors close, breaking our eye contact. "Gary..." I whisper to the closed metal doors.
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