When Fate Meets Forever

"We're going to start running the test now, keep some nurses on standby." I could hear voices and it was hard to make out what they were saying unless I concentrated on one person.

I tried to open my by flickering my lashes but when I eventually did, the ray of light that shone into the room had me shutting them immediately.

I tried opening my eyes again, trying my best to ignore the light and the urge to close them back for a few more seconds so I could get used to everything in the room and as I tried sitting up, a hand held me down.

"I think the sedatives are wearing off."

"It's a good thing we're done then." I turned to stare at the person holding and I realized it was a familiar face. I needed no soothsayer or prophet to interpret where I was.

"How did I get here?" I tried hard to remember but I couldn't. Even pieces of information were not stored in my brain and I held the doctor's hands tight.

"What happened to me?" I used my hands to touch my head at the part where I could feel the most pain and as I brought down my hand, my eyes caught sight of the wedding ring on my hands.

That's when the memories started flooding in and I bit the corner of my lips to stop myself from crying and letting the tears fall.

"You haven't answered my question, Doctor Brown. How did I get here?" I queried again.

"You didn't turn up at work early today. We were calling and you weren't taking your calls. That's unlike you so that's why we decided to come and check up on you but we found you unconscious with a bleeding head inside your car." I nodded as I bit the insides of my mouth till I could taste a metallic substance.

"So what happened to you?" I shook my head in negativity indicating that I didn't remember because how would I tell anyone that my husband and best friend were having sex and were not remorseful.

How would I explain to them that I had lost my marriage the same day I found out that I would eventually lose my life?

"I think I'm fine now, can I speak to H.R?"

~•~

"And you call me the overachiever. Are you sure you're okay?"

"You've been pushing yourself pretty hard lately." Ann asked as I packed up the files that were laying around on my desk.

After the incident with Audre, I began working and staying at the hospital full time mainly specializing in educating cancer patients.

"I'm fine. Really. It's just..." My voice wavered for a moment, but I caught myself. "It's good to stay busy. Keeps me grounded." Amanda tilted her head, as though she wanted to press further, but instead she gave a knowing nod.

"Alright, but don't forget to breathe, okay? Those kids are lucky to have you." I smiled knowing that I would be gone in like 6 months and then no one would even remember I exist.

"Sure." I gave her a bright smile while stacking up the files.

"Have you guys heard the latest gossip around?" Samantha swinged to the front of our desk, hitting the table and squeaking like a rabbit.

"We haven't. You're the center of gossip so you should tell." Amanda answered while I just continued with what I was doing totally uninterested in whatever it is they were saying.

" Mr. Peter Mason is coming to our hospital to spend time with the kids. Have you seen that man's son? A fine tall looking glass of wine." She was red like a tomato as she blushed and fawned while I just sighed.

"So what? You think he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart? Come on, he's a politician'." I rolled my eyes while slurping away at my glass of coffee as we suddenly saw men in black with paparazzi's chasing after them.

"Those are his assistants. They're here to check out the place before he comes just as announced," Samantha clapped as she jumped like a child happily, "As i heard, they would be interviewing some of the staff."

"Well good for them, I have a session to attend to right now." I picked the files I'd be needing and walked out.

I was almost at the door when I suddenly felt people hovering over me and lights flashing on my face.

"I'm Sarah, reporting live at Kingston Hospital. How do you feel that Mr Peter Mason would be visiting this hospital? Let me guess, splendid?" She asked with a smile that is definitely fake plastered on her face.

"Firstly, you don't have to smile if you don't want to; you look scary forcing it." She immediately snapped her expression to a poker faced look as she stared round in confusion.

"Secondly, I don't feel splendid. I feel the direct opposite. Anyone with brains knows that Mr Peter Mason isn't coming to spend time with kids because he feels like it, it's just a lame way of trying to buy people over and as pathetic as that sounds, it works for them, the family? I doubt they have any heart, it's either political or they're trying to use their workers. " There were gasps as the camera flashes on my face increased and I sighed.

Why did they have to choose me to interview? Just why?

"So you think that He has an ulterior motive in scheduling this visit?" The reporter asked and I nodded.

"Yes, I do think so. We're 3 weeks away from the primary election, it's normal for them to do anything to try and increase their votes. If the interview is over, I have a session to attend to." I bowed a bit and turned walking off while murmurs filled the air.

I was still teaching the kid's on cancer in the hall when one of my colleagues signalled me from the doorway.

"Give me a few minutes, you can meditate on what I have just taught you." I said and they nodded in unison while I went out the door immediately.

"End your class." Amanda said immediately and I stood staring at her indefinitely like she had grown horns.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean? Why would I end my class? The time Range is not yet over." I argued and she closed her eyes, sighing like she would literally hit my face if I don't do as she says.

"This class or the time Range isn't what you should be caring about right now. Just do what I tell you to do and stop arguing now." Knowing Amanda and seeing that she was quite serious, I sighed and walked back to the kids.

"Okay babies, classes are over today. See you next monday." The crowd began dispersing and I walked up to her.

"Amanda, why would you interrupt my class? I was just—"

"You're in trouble." She cut me off immediately and the remaining words I had to say died down my throat.

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you say something like that in front of live TV about The Mansons? Calls are coming in from everywhere and H.R wants you in his office." She informed me and I swallowed an invisible lump.

"Oops, I really blew it; didn't I?" I gritted my teeth as I stared at some of the staff who were on their landline while staring daggers at me.

"Exactly as you see, all sections are getting calls because of your interview. If you were going to be so blunt, you would have just declined the interview." She pulled her hair like she was the one in trouble and if not for the fact that I had been betrayed by the very person I called my bestfriend and was extremely not open to friendships, she really suits for this great friend position.

"But they were the ones that came to me." I argued.

"I'll go to see H.R now. Wish me luck." I had broken out in a cold sweat because if I lose my job then that's the end for me.

"If you go in there, accept any backlash and don't think of talking back. Say you're sorry even if you don't feel like it and show some emotions that you feel remorse even if you don't." She lectured And I nodded.

"Just like the reporter that was faking her smile this morning?" I asked in reference And Amanda stared at me before heaving a deep sigh.

"Yes, just like that." She concurred.

"Alright then."

"Try not to get fired." She shouted with a worried expression.

As I walked to the H.R's office, everyone threw me death glares while no one made the effort to even throw the slightest greeting. I really really blew it.

I got to the elevator but as they saw me coming, they shut it and I had to take the stairs. It was like all their hearts were working in sync or did they have a social media feed where they just tagged me as an 'OUTCAST?'

I finally got to the H.R's office though I was panting having taken the stairs and I took a few seconds to steady my breathing before knocking and pushing the door open as I walked in.

"You called for me sir." I said looking at the floor while H.R cleared his throat.

"About 10 minutes ago you were sent for, why are you late?" He asked in a very stern voice and I bit the insides of my mouth wondering how best to reply.

"I'm sorry sir, I was in between a teaching session." I said trying to adhere to Amanda's teaching of faking to be sorry.

"Now that I'm here since you sent for me, what would you have me do?" I asked and he shook his head in negativity.

"I didn't, he did." He gestured to a man who was staring at the art works on the wall.

"Who is he?" I asked, staring back and forth when he finally turned.

Jamil Mason? The son of Peter Manson in person! My career is officially over, my life is over.