Blaze couldn't get himself to calm down after leaving Alia's ward. His nose was flared and his lethal gaze was contoured with rage as he dialed Marcus number and bood over the phone.
"Send the helicopter here, right now." He ended the call abruptly, his death grip on the phone almost crushing the device.
Sighting a nurse approaching him from the left wing, he turned his vicious glare towards her, almost giving the unfortunate mature woman a heart attack.
"Get Doctor Luke and see to it that the young lady in VIP ward 5 is taken care of."
"Yes, sir..." The mature nurse nodded her head vigorously as she scurried past the scary-looking young man, afraid that he would shoot her down with his laser beam eyes.
Turning towards the hospital exit, Blaze stord out of the building, cursing under his breath and venting his anger on innocent employees of the private hospital.
No one had ever pushed him to this limit of anger. Not even his dear mother or his overbearing grandparents. He was treated like a prince in his family and worshipped like a demigod amongst his business rivals.
'How in the hell did he beco an asshole overnight after rescuing that brat?' Blaze felt like punching a hole through the air as he waited patiently for his helicopter to arrive.
All he wanted to do at the mont was get as far away as possible from this annoying wild cat before he did sothing he would live to regret.
Thirty minutes later, the thrumming sound of an approaching helicopter forced Blaze to look up. He took a long stride to the rooftop helipad where the helicopter had just landed.
"Good evening, sir." Marcus cautiously approached his stoned face boss, wondering who had provoked him to this extent.
Blaze ignored his greeting as he gave more instructions between clenched jaws.
"Keep an eye on that ungrateful brat and give a steady update on her improvent. But do not make contact with her until I tell you to."
"Yes, sir." Marcus nodded.
"And make sure she doesn't contact anyone outside this hospital otherwise I'll have your head on a stake," Blaze said before climbing the helicopter and giving the pilot the go signal.
Marcus swallowed the lump that had ford in his throat at his boss's threat knowing he wasn't the type to make empty threats. He moved backwards as the helicopter rotor blade started spinning, the increasing speed generating a lift until the helicopter was airborne.
"It seems the young miss is awake. But what could she have said or done to get on the boss's nerves." Marcus muttered under his breath as he made his way into the hospital ward.
*****
It had been six days, four hours, and thirty-five minutes since the last ti Alia saw Mr grumpy or any other human aside from the friendly doctors and nurses attending to all her needs.
Aside from the wall clock in her VIP ward and a television that was only tuned to one movie channel, she was denied access to any form of civilization outside the hospital facility.
With no mobile phone to call for help, no gadgets to know what was happening outside the walls of the hospital and no one to cry to, Alia felt like a privileged handicapped prisoner.
Even the nurses and doctors were careful of the things they said to her. If she didn't know any better, she would say it was Mr Grumpy's way of punishing her for calling him an asshole.
'What a sadist...' She thought, hating on Blaze the more.
Thankfully, she could now climb out of her bed and move around inside her ward with minimal assistance.
"Dr Luke, you and your team have been doing a great job taking care of . But when would I get discharged from this godforsaken place?" Alia was a the point of shedding tears.
"In a day or two." The doctor reassured her.
Later that evening, Alia who had been soundly asleep woke up only to find a man seated two ters away from her. He was professionally cladded in a well-tailored black suit paired with a matching pair of black polished shoes. He was slouching on the chair with his face turned sideways.
Happy, Alia could tell that he was not Mr Grumpy. But who was he?
'My Grumpy bodyguard?' Alia thought as she stared at him with mixed feelings. She slowly sat up, trying her best not to make a sound. But the damn bed creaked under her weight, attracting the man's attention.
"Oh...Miss Alia, you are awake." Marcus abruptly stood up as if he had been caught slacking on duty. He forced a smile as he carefully approached her bedside.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here." Alia narrowed her gaze at Marcus, unsure of his motives.
"I'm Marcus Haze, Mr Blaze Anderson's personal assistant. It's good to finally see that you are in better shape." Marcus extended his hand towards her.
"Really!" Alia raised her brows suspiciously, eyeing his outstretched hand.
"Yes, Miss Alia," Marcus replied, withdrawing his hand when he saw the way she was scowling at him.
Sothing about the way the young miss was glaring at him reminded him of his boss. She was very feisty and had the potential of being a troublemaker.
'What a perfect pair they would make.' Marcus thought.
"Where is your so-called boss?" Alia asked relaxing her back on the raised pillow while staring at her unkept nails that were in dire need of a manicure. "Don't tell I scared the shit out of him after our last encounter."
"Scared?" Marcus was forced to suppress a chuckle. Now he understood why Blaze was very angry. She must have said sothing nasty to him. "No Miss Alia, he wasn't scared. He just had other important things to do."
"Yeah right." Alia rolled her eyes at Marcus. "He had locked up in here simply because I called him an asshole."
"You did what?" Marcus's jaws dropped.
"You heard . I called him an asshole for playing a costly prank on ." Alia sneered feeling no remorse for what she had said.
Marcus was speechless.
"Look here, Mr Marcus..."
"Just call Marcus, Miss Alia." Marcus finally found his voice.
"Okay, Marcus. I know I may have said sothing offensive to your grumpy boss."
'Grumpy!' Marcus chuckled inwardly as he imagined Blaze's stoned face anyti he was angry. 'She is right.'
"But that doesn't give him the right to keep locked up in here," Alia said bitterly, sitting up. "I have a family who are looking for right now. I have a life out there. I have friends who miss . I have a business to run. I'm supposed to be married. Please tell your boss to set free. Tell him, 'thank you' for saving and bringing to this hospital. I will ensure he is handsoly rewarded for all his efforts after I speak to my father."
Again, Marcus was stunned by this pretty lady's cluelessness about what was happening in her so-called perfect life. He felt genuinely sorry for her.
"I will ensure Mr Blaze gets your ssage but if you do not mind, Miss Alia, I would appreciate it if you do not address my boss as an asshole or any other an words in future."
"Fine, I will try and rember that. Now, may I use your phone, please." Alia stretched out her left hand.
"What for?"
Alia's forehead furrowed. "To call my family, dummy..." She echoed the last word in her heart afraid that she may ruin her chances of getting in touch with her father.
"Miss Alia, I don't think that is a wise decision."
"How is calling my family to co to my aid an unwise decision." Alia gave Marcus a disdainful scoff.
Marcus cleared his throat, as he pulled a seat close to her and sat down, holding her angry gaze.
"Miss Alia, a lot of things have happened over the last six days since the accident. I'm guessing that you recall what happened before the accident. Right?"
A sickening feeling crept up Alia's spine as mory of her abduction and torture flashed across her mind. She beca suspicious of what Marcus knew.
"No. What happened before the accident?" Alia asked pretending to have a mory loss.
"You were kidnapped, Miss Alia but you sohow escaped from your enemies."
"How did you know?" Alia slowly pushed herself backwards, fear lacing her tone.
Sensing Alia's mistrust, Marcus quickly reassured her that he was not the enemy, and neither was Blaze. He recounted how she had accidentally run off the bridge while trying to avoid colliding with them.
"But that doesn't answer my question. You haven't told how you knew I was kidnapped if you weren't there in the first place." Alia pointed out.
Marcus sighed.
"Miss Alia, I think you're ready to hear the truth about your abduction and the reason why. But I'm not going to say much. Let show you. Brace yourself."
Marcus bought out an iPad he kept hidden all this while. He opened his video gallery and selected a compiled video.
"Watch this." He gave the iPad to Alia, who received it with trembling hands.
The sight of Jerry walking out of the cathedral with a beaming bride who had a strange resemblance to Gwen made Alia stiffen.
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