Chapter 5 Nurse Miranda

• Being in one room with Hugo Saintclare again is very unhealthy for a woman like me who has been trying to keep my composure together.
• After all those years that have happened to me, I could still remember how I woke up that morning and how I got startled when I saw him on top of his own bed, naked with our clothes scattered everywhere on his hotel room floor.
• And God, of course his goddamn penis. I could never forget the size of that freaking thing not erected.
• I walked away from Anne's Presidential Suite with a heavy heart and finally felt happy now that my shift is over. I walked to the nurse's lounge to grab my stuff before leaving and tried to shake the thoughts off my head.
• Maybe this was a sign and chance that I should finally tell Hugo about the whole thing now?
• I shook the thought out of my head and decided that I shouldn’t do it.
• He is freaking Hugo Saintclare.
• Finally, I placed my hair down past my shoulders and tried to finger-comb it. Our hospital’s protocol is to always have our hair tied in a low bun and it has turned the ends of my hair wavier. I started putting a little amount of face powder on my stressed looking face with dark circles surrounding my eyes. Oh God, I looked like this in front of Hugo but there was something else on my face.
• My cheeks were red.
• Of course my cheeks would blush, it was Hugo. I don’t always meet him everyday so casually talking to him. Hell, didn't know his mom was admitted here and if I did, I shouldn’t have had changed my exchanged my schedule to avoid myself from actually feeling so troubled and guilty all over again.
• I avoided seeing and reading news about him because it always made me feel guiltier. I never told him because I didn’t want to and I have no courage to do it.
• Of all places that had to see him again after years, it had to be in this freaking hospital that I am working for. And of all people had to be admitted, it had to be his freaking mother.
• I take a deep breath and shake away the thoughts that I have in mind.
• It's just coincidence. Coincidence. I tell myself.
• Fucking coincidence.
• Remembering how he looked a while ago with that crisp suit and well-combed hair, God I will be surely damned because he looked so good on that suit. He changed. He looked much more mature now.
• Well, he’s thirty now.
• Hugo used to rock usual rock star outfit from years back with his round neck white shirt, skintight jeans with knee-cuts and his dark brown ankle boots with shoulder-length hair. He was hot. Completely, oozingly panty gripping kind of hot.
• But now, he’s rocking a total different look, suit, shiny black leather shoes and shorter hair.
• He looked like a totally complete gentleman, I know he is, and he seemed to have gotten more mature too.But God, he’s still so freaking hot! He surely did age but he's still super handsome as hell.
• He's still dangerously hot.
• He's still undeniably charming.
• Even after seven years, you still have this kind of effect on me.
• Seeing him again personally after so many years, felt surreal. It felt a lot more different now that we’ve grown older.
• Older.
• I know I should tell him, I can’t. I’m not even ready.
• Seeing those eyes, I felt this surging amount of fright, tense and nervousness creeping inside my body. I was scared knowing the fact that I have his illegitimate and unknown son and I'm the mother to his son and I didn't tell him about it. He would be so mad at me.
• I have always felt this guilt for what I have done but I know I did the right thing for myself. Protecting myself and my son from the prying eye of every judgmental people on earth.
• I know I have been hiding everything and something a huge about his life but then I have this gut feeling that he won’t believe me or he won’t actually want to accept Ben.
• It was a freaking drunken one night stand.
• It wasn't supposed to end up like this.
• It was supposed to be a mistake.
• I was not supposed to get pregnant.
• Hugo wouldn't believe it.
• I'm sure of it.
• He won’t.
• The way Hugo looked at me a while ago, it's still stuck in my head how he looked at the bloodstain. The horrible look on his face is still engraved in mt head.
• But his eyes, it's as if he was reading my mind. Maybe he was trying to remember something or that he was trying to figure out my facial expression if I was lying or not.
• Well shit, I will be damned if he actually did remember me.
• It still bothers me when he said I looked familiar, God knows how it just rushed my heartbeat. I didn't even know that it would feel like this. I still can’t stop thinking about how he looked at me because in the back of my head, I know that there was something behind his eyes.
• I can’t stop thinking about so many things and it’s all so annoying.
• "Randy! Randy!" I hear a female voice calling out to me as running footsteps were growing closer. She sounded like she was scared.
• "Lettie?" I arched an eyebrow, surprised seeing her in a rush.
• "Put your hair back up there's an emergency!"
• "What?! But my shift is over." I say.
• "No more buts! There's an emergency. Come on! Code zero."
• My eyes widened.
• Someone's dead?
• She quickly grabs my wrist so suddenly and dragged me out of the nurses' lounge even if I didn't want to go with her. I had a good excuse not to go because I have my son waiting for me. The thing I hate about Lettie is that, she's a talker. She loves knowing the things around this hospital and she needs to know it first than everyone else.
• Later then I realized that I had no time for fixing my hair back up again. We rushed out of the elevator and noticed that I'm back on the floor where the Presidential suites were found.
• "What are we doing here?" I asked as I try to catch my breath but she was still pulling me.
• "Hurry up or else we're dead." She rushes.
• "There would be someone else who would take care of it right? My shift is over and I don’t think I have more time to stay.” I say like I was rapping.
• “We need to hurry it’s a VIP!”She claims.
• “A what?” I gaped. “I thought there's code zero? Wait, you mean a VIP just died and--"
• "We'll be in code zero if I can't bring you with me." She clarifies..
• "What?" I gaped.
• "Come on!"
• My hair was completely everywhere. She opens a door right away without me noticing the second we stopped. I looked like a complete shit. Even before I can say anything, she opens a door without even asking me if I agreed to this or not.
• “Let--”
• I stiffened the second I saw Hugo standing by the side of his mother's bed with his arm crossed over the other. His eyes looking at the door from where we were standing as if he was trying to observe me.
• I gasped, Anne died?
• Oh freaking shit, I'm back in this room again!
• All the running, I didn't even know we were running towards Mrs. Anne Cox's room. God! If I only knew!
• I feel my heart beat accelerating instantly and I don’t know how to move because of his eyes.
• "She's here Mr. Saintclare. Nurse Miranda will help you." Lettie smiles at me.
• What? Help him with what? What's going on? Where's Mara? I thought to myself and worried.
• I couldn't put a smile on my face because I don't know how I actually look right now. My hair was all over my face and I was still catching my breath while my heart is still thumping inside my chest.
• I look ugly in front of him.
• But whatever.
• "Thank you for finding her for me." Hugo speaks with such thick Essex accent that tickles my ears.
• "Can you please leave us alone for a minute?" He asked Lettie.
• Lettie continuously nods and smiles at me secretly before leaving the room while wiggling her eyebrows at me. I know she'll spread it around the hospital what she saw in this room and it’s not a good thing. Nope, not from talkative Lettie.
• I take a deep breath in and glanced at Anne who was smiling at me with comfort. She looks happy to see me again but Hugo was just looking at me impassively.
• Where is that smiling Hugo I used to fangirl on?
• "What can I do for you... sir?" I croaked.
• Jesus Christ Miranda, sir for real?
• Can you drop off with the sir part?
• "My mother didn't like the nurse who was sent here because she was the grumpy one before you came in." He says and his voice sounded cold. He is completely changed.
• I don't like where this is going.
• "She wants you to take care of her for tonight." He slightly smiles tight lipped.
• "And Hugo kept insisting about you.” She smiles at Hugo before looking back at me. “I think I agree with him."
• I feel my cheeks blushing. Get your thoughts right Miranda!
• "Could you do the favor dear?" Anne asks sweetly.
• But my shift is over and my son is still at Vivian's house.
• Vivian Moller, or used to be Caleb Moller, is my transgender friend. She's happily married to her french husband who used to work on this huge company in France before. I don't know how I became friends with Vivian but I guess it all started with the Satellite Patrol craze. We were in the same university and being classmates back then and we were huge fans himself. Since then he got the money for his surgery, he flew to Paris and got his own pair of vagina.
• Now I call him a her which is really not a big deal.
• I sigh inwardly at the thought of being stuck here after duty hours and they were obviously waiting for me to speak.
• "Sure ma’am. I would love to take care of you for the night." I say and faked a smile.
• As if I have a choice, I can't say no to them. She's a patient and he's famous. They're the Saintclare. And even though Hugo has left the limelight, he's still the Hugo and you can't say no to Hugo Saintclare. It's just impossible to say no to a nice man like him.
• As an hour passed by, Anne was already asleep due to the medicine she took a while ago. On the other hand, Hugo has left to grab a cup of coffee for himself while I was keeping myself wide awake to guard him. I still had to act professional and not watch any late night shows while I am guarding my patient for the night.
• My phone rings and it was a call from Vivian. "Hey Viv." I caved in.
• I stood from my chair and walked to a corner so I won't disturb Mrs. Anne's sleep.
• "Your baby boy woke up." She says.
• "Why?"
• "He was looking for you. I told him you were still at work. He asked if you're on OT, your boy is a genius."
• I smile. “He is.”
• "But don't worry, I gave him a glass of milk and he fell back to sleep. He’s such a good boy like his dad." She adds.
• I sigh. "Sorry for the inconvenience Viv. I just can't say no to the patient that’s all."
• "You're always very hardworking Miranda. Why don't you try to tell the father of Ben so he'll finally know about it?" She quizzed.
• I sigh.
• “It’s been years.” She adds.
• “I know, I’m just not ready for it.. for me… for Ben.”
• “You’re always so worried about everything.” She tells me.
• "I always do for my son. If Hugo will know about it, he won't believe me. You didn't even believe me at first." I say a fact.
• "That's because I thought you were out of your mind." She chuckles jokingly. "But when I saw Benny growing up, having Hugo’s curly hair and his green eyes, I knew he was the father."
• I sigh. "I just can't tell him yet."
• Suddenly I hear a door closing.
• I froze as soon as I saw Hugo passing by next to me as he sits back down on he couch silently where he was sitting the entire time since a while ago. He gazes at me before pulling out his phone.
• "I'll call you back Viv. Please look after Ben for me. Thank you." I say softly, cupping my hand over my mouth and hangs up.
• Hugo puts two cups of Starbucks' venti on top of his table before he asks with his soft voice, "Coffee?"
• I shake my head even though I want to drink some so bad because I'm already getting super sleepy but I need to stay up.
• Suddenly he stands and walks to me making me feel all stiff again. My feet was glued on the floor even if I wanted to back away from him. It was too late, he's already standing before me with the cup of coffee on his hand.
• "It's yours. I bought you one." He extended it to me. "Here."
• He slowly placed it on my hand and as soon as I held it, my heart beat was already accelerating. He walks back to the couch and began opening something on his laptop and a few papers were on top of the table too.
• I moved my eyes down to the cup and my name was written on it.
• Nurse Miranda.
• I smiled at myself because it was something really cute coming from Hugo. I pull my head up and stare at his cup where he got his name on it too. As I look eagerly from the two cups, I noticed that the handwriting from my cup was different from his.
• "Did I get your name right?" He suddenly asked.
• Maybe he noticed that I was constantly looking at his cup then back at mine. "Yeah." I answered softly.
• He smiles. "I told the barista not to put name on that. I'm glad I got the spelling of your name correct."
• The little things he does just makes my heartbeat uneasy.
• Don’t let it get in your head.