Chapter 12 : Acting Talent

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Shakespeare's plays often turn on the idea of fate, as much drama does. What makes them so tragic is the gap between what his characters might like to accomplish and what fate provides them.

Nora's POV -

“ Am I dead, is this heaven? ” I blab weakly as I come out of my unconsciousness. I never knew heaven smells like medicines and floor cleaner.

“ No you're alive and this is definitely not heaven, you're in hospital. ” Doctor scoffs on my sentence and a sigh escapes my mouth. I open my eyes and straighten my back to sit.

Oh okay so the last thing I remember is, I was dialing Josie's number and then- Holy shit! I fainted.

“ Please tell me a girl named Josie brought me here. ” I belt while jumping onto my feet from the bed and creases start to form on my forehead.

“ No the guy out there brought you here. ” he says without glancing at me just looking into some reports. And my heart skips a beat.

Hans brought me here!?

I don't understand what's the deal with him? He doesn't wanna let me die definitely not going to let me live. Sometimes I wonder is there some motive behind his every move or he's just way too confused?

Wait I think those are my reports.

“ Are those my reports? ” I ask for confirmation to which he gives a slight nod and says,“ Yes they are, it was just a rise in blood pressure, which is stable now. But we did some more tests, and I think you're already aware of your condition. ” He says putting the reports back into the cover like he can read my face.

“ Yes. ” I reply with a frown.

“ Have you consulted to a neurologist? ” he questions and my eyes avert to the floor. Can't he just stop reminding me of how helpless I am?

“ I have, they say it needs to be operated but that'll cost a lot, I can't afford that and moreover there are very less chances. ” I sit back on the patient bed, trying to think about anything but my sucky life.

“ Don't worry, everything will be alright. ” he sympathizes me and I mentally roll my eyes.

Every time someone says ' Everything is alright ' or ' will be alright ' I get goosebumps because I know they are lying and nothing is alright, it will never be.

“ Just take some rest. ” he tells looking at me and then walks over to the door.

“ Did you tell him about my condition? ” I blurt making him stop from taking any step further. He looks at me with an uncertain expression, “ Not yet, I'm just going to. ”

“ Please don't tell him anything. ” I implore as I stand up from the bed to which he winces in a reflex, “ What? Why? He needs to know about your condition. ” 

Of course he does, he would get a new reason to toast!

“ I- I mean please just don't, I don't want him to know. ” I stutter with only one thought in my head, I can't let Hans know about my condition, he doesn't deserve to know a thing about me, especially not my weak points. I need to convince this doctor.

“ It's okay he'll be fine. ”, he mumbles assuming I'm worried about Hans. Like he won't be able to handle this so called shocking news.

“ No no you're getting it wrong, okay I guess I have to spill it out to you... ” I take a pause before continuing, “ Actually that is my husband and he's cheating on me, and he's waiting for me to die so that he can finally live with his girlfriend ” I make it up as though I'm a professional liar.

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