She Is Safe and Sound.
The disinfectant smells and medicine dancing like a fairy surrounding the room, assaulting Remi's sense of smell.
Her nose scrunched up to try to make sense of this putrid smell she was inhaling. Her eyelid slowly moved to force her to wake up from her long slumber, where she dreamed of flying in the helicopter surrounded by an acute medical officer. Not that she is that type of person, but she loves beautiful shiny things and makes a career out of it.
Her eyes opened, observing her surrounding; the rooms looked similar to the high-end hospital that the riches love to visit and get treated. She looked at the top-notch equipment and unconsciously priced everything in her head, knowing exactly how much it would sell in the black market.
If only Baldie, her assistant, were here to see this, that boy would scream in joy seeing the enormous amount of money they could make selling all of this equipment.
Wait! Hospital?!!
Remi got up immediately and fell to the floor after realizing she was in the hospital. Thieves like them do not go to the hospital. Hospitals can only mean they have been scooped by law enforcement.
Not wasting any time, while coughing and smacking, her chest is still hurt; she rushes to the hospital window and opens it as wide as she can, calculating her escape. The rich love their high-rise building, she curses in her head, knowing she will either die or go to prison, and she knows best which route she will choose. Those orphans rely on her; she won't and cannot go to jail, not now and not ever. She saw an opening to a lower-level window, which meant it was another ward or just a random hallway. She won't know until she jumps. Racking her brain, she then grabbed the sheets on the hospital bed and stared at how smooth and soft these sheets that it has to be silk.
Tying the sheets while coughing and experiencing shortness of breath proved to be an impossible task; her movement gradually slowed since she had to stop to take a deep breath. Time was closing in on her when she heard hurried footsteps outside her door. She knows the police will be placed outside her door, and they can come in anytime. As soon as her makeshift ropes were done, she then tied them to the bedpost and secured them by tugging them to make sure she had enough support to use them.
Climbing the window edges, estimating her jumping positions, the door to her ward was opened from the outside, and a middle-aged woman was screaming in shock.
"Clarissa!!!!!"
The middle-aged woman gasped to see Remi, that is frozen, looking at her. She ran to Remi, which was registering the name she was called, and grabbed her by her hospital gown, throwing Remi off balance and yanking her thick hair her whole in a fist.
"What a stupid girl!"
The searing pain on Remi's scalp snapped her back to her senses. She hated when she was touched without permission and not to mention assaulted. This old hag is seriously needed to be taught a lesson. Using her right hand, she punched the lady's stomach while in a kneeling position making the lady lose her fisting on Remi's hair. Not wasting time, the staggered lady was then choked by Remi and pushed to the wall.
"What did you call me?" Remi wanted to be sure her mind did not shamble and play crazy jokes on her. Her eyes darted toward the empty hallway. No police or any bodyguards.
"Sttt...Stitt...Stttupppii....stupid..?" The lady stammered in her words. The grip on her neck also restricted her from talking too much.
"No... Stupid is you. The name? what did you call my name?" She asked again.
"Clarissa!" The lady named Mona started wondering if the accident had made the girl in Infront of her crazy. This is her time to prove to Madam and Young Miss Henson that she is helpful and don't ship her to work at the village for the old lady Henson. By making Clarissa sent to the Psych ward, Young Miss will get the attention she deserves.
An idea quickly popped into her tiny brain; she screamed and wailed, asking for help right after she answered Remi. Footsteps were heard rapidly approaching the room; Remi gripped on Mona's throat, loosening after she listened to the name. She has been mistaken to be the lady named Clarrisa, presumably the one she saw and tried to save in the Yacht. But why was this Clarissa treated so poorly? She ought to come from a wealthy family. This hospital belongs to the top tier family, the old money-THE KENT.
It is not easy to be admitted here; Noveu rich can dream of even coming here for a quick routine, let alone treatment.
But why? Does that mean Clarissa is gone? Was that her desire to leave the world? What makes someone so adamant about leaving the world so soon? What can it be the reason for significantly growing up in a wealthy household but being treated harshly by what appears to be a maid? Overly many questions linger in her mind.
Waves of emotions crashed into every sense of her body. Are they twins? How can someone be so identical and not related? What are the odds of that? If they are twins or related by some blood relations, why has this girl lived separately from her? While her mind processed the thoughts that had plagued her mind, she heard an irrelevant buzzing sound in her ears, and the room felt smaller, and her breathing started to constrict. The doctors and nurses in charge repeatedly called her by a name that sounded so foreign to her ears. She looked pale while her eyes were sharp, looking at Mona, that is focused on her phone, typing vigorously and kept smirking when their eyes met.
She felt tired; maybe a nap could fix this, she uttered; she then collapsed while a nurse helped her out. The impact of a fall dragged the nurses together. One question that she still needs an answer to..is WHY.