Love Me? Like You Do.
Chapter
1
Brielle
was panicking now. The elderly man was not waking up. He was lying on his back
on the ground, his eyes closed and breathing deeply, his hands clutching his
chest. Brielle sprinkled water over his face, but to no avail. Flustered, she
pulled out her phone from her track pant pocket and dialled the number for an
ambulance.
Welcome.
Please dial 1 for ... She
obeyed the service operator for a while, but when she was put on hold for the
third time, she lost her patience and kicked the leaves at her feet in
frustration.
"At
this rate his condition will deteriorate." she thought.
Desperate,
she looked at the man again, suddenly noticing a tiny card falling out of his
breast pocket. She hesitantly picked it up and scrutinized it. In small neat handwriting
four phone numbers were written, "Hospital - xxx909xx, Fire-xxx11xxx,
Food- 00xxxx9xx, Car- 88xxxxx"
Brielle
searched both sides for a relative's contact number, but there was none.
"I
may as well call on the number given." she thought. After all, the elderly
man must have been carrying it for a reason.
The
phone kept ringing, the looping music somewhat hypnotic, until the spell was
finally broken.
"Please,
I need an ambulance." she said quickly as soon as someone picked up. They
had responded fast and Brielle was relieved.
"Your
name Miss?" asked the cool, calm voice on the other side.
"Gabrielle
Dane." said Brielle quickly. "Please hurry, the patient collapsed
over five minutes ago."
"Your
location Ms. Dane?" asked the serene female voice. Brielle nerves felt
oddly soothed.
"Northwood
Central Park. Right beside the lake." She said.
"Our
ambulance is on its way. Please stay with the patient until the paramedics
arrive." said the woman.
"Of
course, thank you so much."
"Our
pleasure to help, Ms Dane."
***
Brielle
paced back and forth tugging at her hair. She had yelled for help, but no one
had heard. The lake was at a remote part of the park and very few people came
there for their morning jog or walk. Except the old man and herself, of
course. She sighed as she looked at his sleeping form, hoping the
ambulance would hurry up and get there.
"His
family will be so worried." she thought. "I don't even know his name.
But I see him every day. We both turn up to look at the swans around here. If
only, I'd made an attempt to know him."
Her
thoughts were cut short as two male medics rushed up to the clearing, carrying
a fold-able bed.
"Miss
Dane?" asked the first man, as he held up a paper for her to sign.
"Yes."
said Brielle, unconsciously signing the document. If only, she had stopped to
read what was written on it.
The
elderly man was put on to the bed and carried to the ambulance nearby. She
slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed the men. Brielle sat down
beside the patient, as the paramedics closed the door of the vehicle. The
engine started and they whizzed away, rapidly cutting through the city's empty
roads. It was too early in the morning for traffic.
Brielle
felt the cool morning air brush across her face. She was flushed and slightly
red with the sudden tension. The breeze calmed her, as it snuck behind her neck
and sent her shoulder-length hair flying all over her face. She struggled to
hold them in place as the vehicle seemed to move at rocket speed.
They
reached the hospital within ten minutes. Brielle frowned as she looked outside.
"Heart Nation" read the words on the building. She hadn't realized
she had called the most expensive hospital in town for help.
The
nurses opened the doors and pushed the bed through the hospital gate. Brielle
ran after them, as fast as she could.
"I
hope the man can afford the charges here." she thought guiltily, as she
surveyed the posh lobby. She could never have paid for any treatment here. What
with university and her two part-time jobs, she barely scraped through. The man
was led through glass doors to the ICU. Brielle was denied entry so she waited
at the lobby.
"Miss
Dane?" called a beautiful woman at the reception. "We need you to pay
this amount immediately."
"What?"
asked Brielle, shocked.
"You
must pay prior to the services. You have signed the agreement right here."
the woman lifted up the sheet of paper Brielle had neglected to read.
"How
much do I have to pay?" Brielle asked, her throat turning dry.
"Ten
thousand dollars only."
Brielle
was stumped. That was the summation of her life's savings and her entire
inheritance. It was all supposed to be for university.
"What
if the patient cannot afford it, can you deny them treatment?" Brielle
said quietly. Her voice was shaking.
"We
never deny treatment to any patient, Miss. We only require a certain prior
amount to be paid. You agreed when you signed on the document."
Brielle
nodded. She was still young, she could earn it all again, maybe take a semester
off to earn some money. She couldn't let the elderly man suffer any longer. She
dug into her bag for her purse.
She
found her debit card and handed it shakily to the receptionist. She swiped it
and returned it to Brielle with a smile. Brielle received a receipt for her
transaction. Her account balance was now twenty dollars.
"Thank
you, Miss., I wish you a wonderful day." Brielle felt hollow inside.
She would have to buy the new dress next year. It was all for a good cause,
right?
"Don't
be so selfish, Brielle." she scolded herself. "Do the right thing.
Could you really buy the new dress without hurting your conscience?"
Brielle
turned away to look for the elderly man's doctor. She needed to know if he was
okay.
"Doctor?"
she asked the first man in a white coat, with a stethoscope around his neck, to
come out from the Intensive Care Unit. "Is the elderly man alright?"
"He
is in a stable condition." said the doctor. Brielle sighed with relief.
"He suffered a heart attack; I believe brought upon by too much stress.
Don't worry, he will be alright. He needs a lot of rest and care though. Are you,
his daughter?"
"Thank
goodness he's alright. No, I'm not related to him. I'm just a fellow morning
walker." she said.
"Oh,
it’s good to see people still care about other citizens." he said patting
her shoulder and walking away. "Excuse me."
Brielle
looked at her watch. It was seven thirty already. Her classes started in half
an hour. She needed to leave.
"Is
my presence required?" she inquired at the reception.
"Not
really. We shall contact you if need be." said the lady. Brielle thanked
her and ran to the outside.
"Taxi!"
yelled Brielle, waving her hands frantically. The yellow cab swiftly drove by,
completely ignoring her, as it was already carrying a passenger. Brielle cursed
loudly, stomping her foot. She was forced to step back as a black Sedan rolled
up by the pavement. She stared wide-eyed as a very handsome young man climbed
out of the front seat. He was wearing a silky-smooth tuxedo and the shiniest of
shoes.
He
walked on while pressing a button on his car keys making the doors lock
themselves. Brielle jumped at the sudden sound the car made in confirmation. He
cast her a sideways glance as though suspicious that she would steal the tyres
as he walked briskly to the hospital. Brielle couldn't help but stare after
him, even though she detested people like him. He's probably rude and
selfish just like all of them.
Brielle
wondered what she looked like. The wind had messed up her hair, and she was
wearing track pants paired with the comfiest, not necessarily nicest T-shirt.
She probably smelled terrible as well. A bath and a change of clothes would do
her well. Her stomach grumbled as she realized she would have no time for
breakfast. Again.
"I'm
going to fall sick at this rate. " She thought.
She
waited for a few more minutes before finally getting a taxi to stop for her.
Just as she was about to get in, a strong male voice called her name.
"Are
you Gabrielle Dane?"
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