Chapter 4

• Tell me, what are you doing here?
• The doctor looked at me, hesitantly.
• "Sir, may I ask you, is she your relative?"
• I glared at him, raising my eyebrows.
• "What does that matter? Do your job and make sure it gets better. I don't accept any other option. There was no room for mistakes, not when a woman like Roxanne was at stake."
• The doctor simply nodded and continued his work in awkward silence. They spent two weeks in the same routine. My life was reduced to a back and forth between the mansion and the hospital. Time seemed to freeze.
• I tried to locate the jerk Thompson, but he seemed to have disappeared from the map. Luckily for me, I was now the new CEO of Roxanne Meyers' import company. That allowed me to be close to her, all the time. What an irony: a mobster at the helm of a respectable company.
• The days passed slowly, and just as I was beginning to think there was no hope, something unexpected happened. I was sitting next to Roxanne, leafing through a magazine without much interest, when suddenly I noticed her fingers moving. His chest fluttered in a deep, violent breath, and with a start, he opened his eyes, panting as if he were coming back to life from the depths of a dark dream.
• "Ahhhh!" An anguished groan escaped from his throat, and without thinking, I rushed out to find the doctor.
• "Doctor! Doctor, Roxanne has woken up!" I shouted.
• The doctor came running, followed by two nurses who rushed into the room.
• "Sir, please come out," he asked me urgently.
• I looked at him harshly, refusing to budge.
• "No. I'm not leaving. I have to be here. "My urgency to be sure that Roxanne was okay wouldn't allow me to get away from her.
• "Please come out!" A nurse insisted, a hard-faced woman who worked for me. His gaze was firm, and though he didn't utter another word, I realized that I couldn't stay.
• Reluctantly, I left Roxanne's room, letting my frustration get the best of me. I sat in the chairs in the hallway, biting my nails as anxiety consumed me. I wanted to know how she was, what had happened to make her wake up like this, so abruptly.
• The minutes passed like hours. Just when I thought everything was under control, a heart-wrenching scream pierced through the walls, freezing my blood. They were screaming with desperation... it was Roxanne's voice
• "Where am I? Let me get out of here! please!" Roxanne's screams were desperate, and before the plea I couldn't resist and I went out to meet her, I ran to the room, regardless of the nurses stopping me.
• "What's the matter, doctor?"
• "Come out sir, you're disoriented, it's normal after having been unconscious for so long."
• "I'm not going to leave, I'd better get her well. Or she'll see me."
• After a few minutes of struggle, they managed to stabilize her, and I returned to her side. Although I was only a stranger to her, I did not remove my presence. She was completely out of place, it seemed like she had no control of any of her emotions, and the sedative was taking effect.
• However, I sat next to her, saw how her eyelids fell heavily, and I had to wait again, but this time it was not long, about forty minutes later, calmer... She opened her eyes slowly and shook her head a little lost. When her eyes met mine, her expression became more confused, as if she didn't know where she was.
• "Roxanne…do you hear me?" I approached her and asked her in a low tone, when she saw me, her face paled, and her surprise was evident, it was as if she had seen a ghost.
• Did she know me?
• "Who are you?" What are you doing here? "
• "Roxanne, can we talk?"
• "Where do I know you from?" Her voice sounded trembling. I've seen you before... "You are..." Roxanne frowned, struggling to remember where it was familiar from. I knew it well: she was the woman I had seen leave the office the last time I went to the fertility clinic, but I wasn't sure if she recognized me.
• Her breathing became irregular, and without thinking, I took her hand. I caressed her gently, trying to calm her down, even though I knew I was just a stranger to her.
• "Roxanne, don't worry... Breathe, please."
• "But... Tell me, what are you doing here?"