Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Sarah

I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying because I didn't care about her words. Maira noticed this and seemed sad about the situation. However, her sadness didn't affect me either. No one seemed to care about my sadness.

My mind was fixated on one thing: Kael Graham, the sole responsible for all of this.

"I didn't like hearing from the nurse that your brother is always around in my room," I finally spoke up, looking at Maira, who appeared concerned. "I want to talk to him."

"Now?" she asked, worried.

"Yes. He must be in the hallways," I said indifferently, gesturing toward the area outside the room.

"I'll call him," Maira rushed out to make the call.

My plan was to finally let out everything that had been stuck in my throat, to expel it from my life once and for all. Everything I had gone through was exclusively caused by him, and now I intended to confront him directly, to make him feel the weight of the guilt for my current condition.

Taking advantage of Maira's absence, I reached for the cell phone she had left a few inches from the bedside, hoping I could use it to distract myself. I had feigned disinterest in the internet, but now the device caught my attention. My mobility was limited since I couldn't move my legs, but with effort, I managed to grab the cell phone. I accessed social media, eager to see what everyone was sharing while I was confined to the hospital bed.

First, I searched for my twin sister, and what I found didn't surprise me. Rachel was sharing several photos in Monaco, surrounded by rich and famous people, clearly having a great time. It was further proof that she didn't care in the slightest about me.

Next, I visited Kael's profile. He hadn't made any recent posts on his social media; all his publications were from before the day of the accident. So, I decided to check Ryan's profile, another false friend pretending to be supportive who had known about our sibling relationship all along.

Despite knowing us so well, Ryan had also been deceived by my twin sister's lies, just like Kael. I saw that he was still in a relationship with Madison, and they appeared to be happy. However, there were some posts that conveyed sadness and hopelessness, as if he were going through difficult times. However, I didn't let myself be fooled; he was likely keeping up this charade.

On Hillary's social network, every day she would start with messages of hope and prayers, wishing for my recovery. She had also sent me numerous messages, apologizing and wishing me well, but I had only viewed them and not responded. At that moment, I wasn't in the mood for that kind of interaction.

As for Enrico's profile, he didn't usually handle social media directly. A specialized team took care of that, as he didn't like that kind of virtual interaction and rarely gave instructions on what should be posted or not. I wasn't going to waste time investigating his profile.

I leave my phone in the same place as before upon hearing a light knock on the door, which opens with the entrance of the nurse.

"Hello, Miss Mitchell," she greets, cheerfully. "How are you feeling today?"

"Fine," I respond without enthusiasm.

The nurse who entered was Gertrude, a young woman full of energy who likes to strike up conversations, especially with Maira, as I didn't have the energy for it, especially with a stranger.

However, the morning before, Gertrude had mentioned to Maira how she felt sorry for the man who always watched her sadly in the hallways, waiting to visit me, although he had never done so.

Maira seemed embarrassed by the nurse's intrusive comment, but in a way, Gertrude reminded me of who I used to be, the Sarah from before, always naive and kind to everyone. Maira explained, embarrassed, "He knows he can't come in."

"He's not welcome here," I added, making it clear.

Gertrudes gave me a sympathetic look that I hated, though I pretended not to care. She left after administering my medication, and both my sister and I avoided talking about the subject.

However, I decided that I would talk to him today and reveal everything that was going through my mind.

"I hope you're willing to receive that young man today; he was crying in the hallways yesterday," the chatterbox revealed this time, perhaps taking advantage of Maira's absence.

"Crying? Kael Graham isn't the type to cry. It must be a mistake."

"Yes," she confirmed. "He was talking to Miss Sanders, and she was trying to console him."

"Are you sure you saw it correctly? Are you sure it was him, the same as the other times?" I asked insistently.

"Yes, I'm sure. Since Miss was injured, he's hardly left the hospital."

Before I could respond to this surprising information, someone knocked on the door again, and Maira opened it, standing at the entrance and looking between the nurse and me.

"I think it's better to wait until the end of the medication," she appears indecisive and nervous.

"I've already finished with the medication," Gertrude informs her, seemingly not understanding the reason behind the hesitation.

The nurse hurriedly exits the room, and my heart, which is already almost pounding out of my chest, almost stops when Kael finally enters the room. Or would it be more accurate to say it's the shadow of the person I once knew as Kael?

Kael

Entering that hospital room and finding Sarah lying in the bed, aware of the real possibility that she might never walk again, made me feel like the worst human being in the world. Deep down, I knew my responsibility in all of this was significant, and the weight of guilt hit me like an avalanche.

I decided at that moment that, regardless of what she might say now, I would do everything in my power to help her. Even if she no longer wanted me around, I was determined to continue taking care of her, even from a distance.

"Leave us alone, Maira," Sarah's voice didn't sound like a request, but rather like a firm order. Just from that short sentence, I could sense how the accident had transformed her personality, and not in a positive way.

"You can call me if you need anything," Maira says before leaving the room. Although her words were directed at Sarah, I knew it was a message for me.

"What do you hope to achieve by approaching me? Do you think you'll gain sympathy from everyone by pretending to be the victim?" Sarah's voice oozes contempt.

"I imagine my presence here at the hospital has generated some gossip," I comment, trying to maintain a light tone. "I'm not seeking your forgiveness through rumors among the staff, Sarah."

"I haven't heard an apology from you either," she doesn't resemble the vulnerable girl some might expect.