Strange patient

**Chrissy**

Freaking dumbasses! They didn't think that someone would be watching on an open street.

Fucking dumbasses who would go to hell tonight. 

The men were handcuffed and bundled away into the car. The detective was talking to Dayle, and I rushed to him and threw myself on him regardless. 
He embraced me tightly, showering kisses all over my face and neck. 

“You did call the cop, right?!” he asked me, a proud smile basking his lips. “You’re fucking smart and amazing…” he added dropping a last kiss on my forehead.
My Dad and Dom approached while the other guys were inspecting our house and taking off the seals all around. 

Yeah, they had the real evidence about the footage which makes Amber a perpetrator and a liar.

“I need an assurance that my kids would be safe henceforth, detective…” Dad firmly blurted out, tightening his robe a little as Dom whispered something to him swiftly. 

“Not to worry, Mr. Theodore, we have got this and that's the most important at the moment…” the detective assured, his right hand lazily clinging to his holster. 

“Has Amber been arrested?” I asked to confirm. I mean, she's been a hell of trouble lately, I said to myself. 

The detective smiled faintly, “We raided the airport, she was about to leave! Don't worry, Miss, she has been arrested.” he explained and I secretly jumped happily in my heart although it was the last thing on my mind for her. 

“Alright, thanks, Detective!” Dayle added. They shook hands and the detective left. “Thanks a lot, Dad! Dom—thanks too. Couldn't have happened without you,” he admitted with an appreciative nod as Dom patted his arm. 

“Chrissy played a commendable role as well! She sent a video of the scumbags and we took it from there! By the way, enjoy your night, kiddos!” he said to us and Dayle shook his head teasingly. He often called us that even if we were in our twenties already. 

“Come over to the house or… book a hotel or use one of the penthouses or—”

“Jeez, Dad! We are okay. We would stay in our house—I can handle anything,” Daylr interrupted Dad swiftly. 

“Yet you murdered someone,” Dad snapped, tilting a grow questionably. 

Dayle rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly. “He was gonna hurt her and I wouldn't be the weak boyfriend either,” he snapped, almost defensively. 

Dad forced a smile, “Yeah! Call the cops next time. We don't want to have anyone charged with murder or any jail time cases,” he said. “I have got to return to your mother! We were fucking when Dom told me about everything,” He added as our faces squeezed irritably. He didn't have to be blunt and he didn't have to give us that much detail. 

“Ewwwww!” Dayle dramatically said while Dad shrugged. 

“You aren't the only ones with a functioning dick and pussy,” Dad blurted again, a little bit grumpy about interrupting his good time. “Have sec tonight, you both would need it before we officially tie the knots,” he teased as he walked off to his car.

“He’s been pissed ever since we got here! Take care guys,” Dom said to us and left. 

“You too, Dom, find a woman!” we heard Dad telling him loudly as they entered the car. 

Dayle and I stared at each other and shook our heads. 
“Are we having sex tonight like Dad said?” Dayle asked me as I shook my head almost frantically. 

“Dad’s words still echo in my head. I'm not sure fucking would be pleasurable enough knowing he said that—that’s totally traumatic…” I admitted as Dayle nodded agreeably. 

“And disgusting,” Dayle finally said. “I was thinking the same thing! He's something these days,” he said as we headed into our house. 

By then, the cops had vacated the area and we were back to having peace again. We cleared what we could and headed to bed. 

We barely changed out of our clothes. We slumped into the bed as Dayle grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in. 

“Kiss me babe!” he whispered.

I turned to him as we began kissing, our eyes barely staring at each other. We were all too sleepy and exhausted for anything at all. Our kiss broke and drifting into sleep, wantonly lying in bed like tunas. 

…
Towards morning, at about 4 AM. My cell phone had been ringing while Dayle was too exhausted to hear a thing. When it persisted more than I could handle, I lazily grabbed my phone from the nightstand and answered without focusing on the caller. 

“Yes? It's 4 in the morning—”

“Thank goodness, you picked up. Can you come down to the hospital? We have an emergency and I'm currently not in the city. The nurses and doctors are undersized,” said Doctor Hansen, swiftly.  

“Wh- what do you mean? I thought…” I sighed, my exhaustion settling on the tip of my tongue. “I’ll be there in 15,” I said and hung up. 

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I turned to Dayle, who was sleeping like a corpse. He must be too exhausted to have sat for hours in that interrogation room. 

I tapped him at least thrice but he whined, mumbled gibberish, and continued sleeping. My hand was flat on my forehead as I heaved a deep sigh. 

“Babe, I have to be at the hospital right now. We have an emergency,” I said. Realization hit when I had already spoken, he couldn't hear me. 

I grabbed a pen and paper from the drawer and scribbled a short note about where I was headed and why. He would be pissed, he didn't like me working at night, let alone, volunteering at odd hours but that was the job, you can't tell when someone is dying. 

People aren't only caught up in bad situations during the day. 

I changed into something easy, grabbed my purse, ID, and cell phone, and stormed out of the room. 

I reached for my car keys from the stand near the door and headed out.  

I hit the road at that odd hour, driving to save the unknown. 

…
Roughly ten minutes later, I pulled over at the hospital’s parking lot. 

I scurried in, most were running from place to place, almost in a frenzy as my colleague met up with me on the way, fixing her gloves. 

“Thank God you came through. Everyone is damn stuck, tonight is a load of work of emergencies, for real. I have to be in the theater in five minutes,” Lana explained, her tone hurried. 

“Okay!” I rolled up my hair and asked. “Where is the patient?”

“Room 47,” she said as she hurried away. “Good luck!” she added. 

I headed to our changing room and grabbed my uniform. I ran to room 47 as a nurse fell in step next to me. 

“He had an accident somewhere around Granville Ave. Someone reached out and we just discovered that he had a crazy ass ailment that leaves him on the brink of dying,” she filled me in as we entered the room. 

The patient was being resuscitated and yet he looked halfway dead already. 

“Did you figure out the ailment?” I asked her as I leaned closer. 

“Yes, he has chronic cancer…” she said as my eyes landed on him. 

Someone I knew. His last words echoed in my head. ‘Chronic cancer’ kept ringing in my head, my heart pounding a lot faster. 

This cannot be true, tears crammed in the corners of my eyes while I stared at how helpless and pale he was.