Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Tatum and Lucien arrived at Brianna's room door. The ever so diligent driver / assistant opened the door for his boss widely. Lucien's hands could not open the door by himself as he was carrying a tray with the soup he had prepared for Anna.

Lucien walked in.

The whole room was dead silent.

Anna was sitting on the bed, the way he left her. Jack was sitting on the sofa chair with the drips still inserted in his veins. Clark was standing in between the two patients as he checked the speed of their intravenous infusions.

"Anna, I have prepared the soup for you," Lucien greeted lively as soon as he got closer to the bed. "I am not sure how it tastes, but I hope it is to your liking," he was abashed to present his cooking skills to Anna. "I'm not good in the kitchen so, I will have to apologize. You've seen how I messed up at your house last time."

Lucien chuckled as he placed the tray on Anna's lap.

Brianna did not say anything.

She stared at the tray handed to her and secured it on her lap. It had a small white porcelain pot with a floral design and lid cover, a glass of water, a silver-plated cream soup spoon, and a table napkin.

Lucien was nervous. He was like a servant waiting for his master's evaluation of his work. His anxious face was undeniable, but no one was in the mood nor in a position to tease Lucien. They were all cautious, as if they were walking on eggshells, and they were not allowed to break any of it and make a sound. All of the men in the room, starting from Lucien, Jack, Clark, and Tatum, were keenly observing the patient with the food tray on the bed. And all of them inwardly released the breath they were holding when they saw Brianna take a spoon of soup and eat it. But she kept her silence. She slowly ate the food. Spoon after spoon. She must have felt slight pain moving an arm up and down, moving the spoon from the soup to her mouth.

"Can I help you?" Lucien asked carefully.

Brianna shook her head a few times then continued eating. She did not praise or criticize the food, yet Lucien felt beyond applauded when Anna finished all of the food he prepared. Soon, she took a sip of water, wiped the sides of her mouth with the table napkins, and tried her best to put the tray on top of the bedside drawer to her right. Lucien hurriedly moved closer to assist her.

"Thanks," Anna whispered. Then she looked at Tatum.

The latter knew she was going to ask him something; her eyes were silently conveying a message. Tatum walked closer to hear everything she would say, even in a soft voice, assuming she was still weak.

Lucian noticed Tatum and Anna were having that silent conversation again. But he must have gotten used to it that he no longer minded. He even moved a little to the side so Tatum could get as close as Lucien would allow.

"How is the man with blade legs?" Asked Anna.

"He is recovering in the room next to this one," Tatum replied with equal firmness.

Anna's questioning was strict and direct to the point. Tatum understood the importance of the information Anna was seeking from him. And he confirmed his thoughts when Anna nodded.

"Is he awake? I need to talk to him," Brianna asked again.

"He is still unconscious; the medics had to pull the bullets out of his thighs under a general anesthetic surgery, so he might be awake after a few hours or so," Tatum kept his countenance, respectful, just like a soldier to his superior.

"Did he say anything before I passed out?" Brianna asked.

Tatum shook his head.

"Negative," he shortly replied.

"Can you stay with him and tell me right away when he wakes up?" Brianna requested. Her words sounded firm, but there was also a slight sense of plea in her tone.

Tatum was quite bothered. She sounded different, in his understanding. He could not tell what was wrong with what she said or how she said her words, but Tatum noticed the oddity in it. But because he was not sure about his thoughts, he ignored the strange feeling and nodded firmly to affirm Anna's request.

"Thanks," Brianna looked Tatum straight in the eyes, and with a curt nod, she declared her gratitude.

"I will stay with Blade now if that is all," Tatum stated, then he walked out the room when the lady nodded in response.

The room became quiet again. But only for a while because Brianna broke that silence.

"Sir, I want him out of here," Brianna pointed her chin at Jack Foster and turned her face to Lucien again.

Lucien did not hesitate to agree with Anna. He was after her every wish. He was also confident that her every thought has reasons to be requested to happen when she asks of them. Not to forget that she is a patient now; whatever she thinks may stress her out is by no second thought is going to be done according to her will, if that is for Lucien to decide.

But that was Lucien's point of view; it was different for Jack. He was protesting. And he made known of his protest.

"B!" Jack retorted, almost jumping up from his seat, but Clark stopped him.

"Please stay seated," the doctor reminded Jack.

Jack did as Clark guided him to do. He stayed in his seat and stared at Brianna with painful eyes.

"I can't leave you here; I don't want to," Jack almost whispered.

He felt his chest was tightening again, but this time it was not just because of his weak heart. His emotions were drowning him as he felt so sorry that a man whom his mom said was his father was causing Brianna to suffer so much in her life. If he could change the fact that Charles Anderson, or whoever he is in his real name, is his biological father, he would do anything to do so. And it makes Jack feel even more guilty that he could not do anything to help Brianna solve the mystery of her parents' tragedy and avenge their death.

"I will call you when I need you," Brianna stated firmly, looking into Jack's eyes with sternness.

Jack bowed his head. He paused for a while, and when he looked up, he turned his sight to Clark and asked if he could leave now. Then without another word, he stood from the chair he was sitting on, walked close to Brianna, held her right hand for a while as if saying goodbye silently. Jack took a deep breath and placed her hand back to her side. None of the two, Brianna and Jack, said a word. But Jack did as Brianna had asked; he left. He did not look back. He walked to his car, drove away from Lucien's villa, and went home.

"Welcome back, Big B!" Jack screamed his excitement when he made sure he was within a safe distance to be heard by anyone from the Michaelsons.