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Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO
Author: Scarlet_Shine
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Chapter 1: Just hold on for a little longer.
17 Cross Road, near Palace Road, was prone to accidents—especially when someone was tailgating.
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“Boss, we were only tasked to scare her. But if she keeps driving at that speed, she might crash further up the road,” one of the two men chasing the Mercedes spoke with a tone that was tinged with worry.
But the other man who was sitting on the driving seat was unfazed. He chuckled and commented sadistically, “Let her crash and die then. We might have been ordered to only scare her, but the boss didn’t say that she couldn’t accidentally die. If she does, that’s her bad luck.”
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After that, the two cars zoomed down the lane. While one was trying to escape, the other relentlessly pushed the first to its limit.
And the inevitable happened soon. On the dark route, the Mercedes met with a deadly crash, halting the air in serene silence. The car that had been tailing it stopped meters away, and the man in the driver’s seat pulled out his phone to make the call.
“Boss, the job is done. Ms. Quinn has successfully gotten into an accident,” he reported and then slowly retreated from the spot as if he and his car had never been there.
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17 Cross Road was closest to the highway, but since it was in the deserted zone, not many people were around. When the accident happened, no one was there to call the ambulance. Arwen knew this well, so she didn’t expect any help to come.
With the head bleeding and limbs painfully trapped, she tried to make the call. Her breath was ragged, and every slight movement sent waves of excruciating pain through her body.
“Arwen, don’t give up yet. This can’t kill you.” She encouraged herself before slowly bending to retrieve her phone which had slipped onto the floorboard earlier. “Arhhh!” she winced, feeling her flesh tear as she bent down. The pain was agonizing- given a choice, she would have rather die than endure it.
But she couldn’t do that now. She had a person to return to. She couldn’t leave him alone in the world after promising to stay with him forever.
Just for him, she would choose to suffer. Even if it meant hell, she would do it.
Grasping the phone, she took in a deep breath as she slowly speed-dialled his number. It was a difficult task- not only her fingers were shaking, but she was slowly feeling it all go numb. Her life felt like it was slowly slipping away her body.
“Ryan, I will wait for you. Come and save me soon.” She murmured to her heart, confident that he would hear her call through the bond they shared. After all, for all the years she had known him, she could hear him without him saying anything.
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After several attempts, she was finally able to dial. But instead of getting connected, she was notified that he was busy over another call. She didn’t hang-up, choosing instead to wait for him to answer. But despite her faith, it seemed that the person on the other end was impatient.
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With a beep of rejection, she was notified that the caller was busy and could not accept her call at the moment. Her heart clenched. Although this wasn’t the first time of him rejecting her call, given the situation today, she thought he might act differently.
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Her heart painfully twitched, but she reached out to caress it, urging herself to not give up yet. He would come around soon. With all her effort, he would turn around and appreciate her love. Just hold on for a little longer.
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A sad smile curled her lips as she once again managed to manipulate her heart into believing.
Yes, she knew that she was manipulating it into hoping something that might not be true. After all, eight years wasn’t a short time. If it were going to turn out in her favour, it would have by now.
But still, she wouldn’t let go of it easily. She would believe, even if it was impossible. Just one more time- if she doesn’t die. If he comes to save her … if he makes her grab onto that string of hope himself. Then maybe she would believe in their relationship one more time.
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Arwen felt the consciousness slipping away- slowly, gradually. Maybe there was no longer time left for her to believe in the impossible. This was her time to let go and accept fate.
A resigned sigh left her lips as she readied herself to embrace the death that now seemed inevitable. Her eyelashes flickered, slowly drooping close.
She tried to look outside to see if there was anyone to save her, but her vision blurred. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her injuries or the smoke from the crash. She couldn’t see anything clearly outside. Perhaps no one was there. Otherwise, they would have come to help or call the ambulance.
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“Accept it, Arwen. This was it. You can no longer escape.” She said slowly, lamenting her situation. But then, suddenly, she caught something moving outside from the corner of her eyes. It looked like some brightness appeared at a distance.
Could it be that someone came to her rescue? Could it be Ryan?
She wished it was him. Then, even if she died today, she would feel satisfied knowing she had made his heart change. Her efforts and care for him didn’t go to waste, and she finally made him care for her in return.
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Clinging to the last string of consciousness, she forced herself to stay awake- just to make sure that it was him. And she wasn’t disappointed when she saw him finally appear amidst the smoke.
Even though she was experiencing a hell of pain, her lips turned up in happiness. He did hear her. He came to save her. “Ryan, you came to save me. I knew you would. I knew you would come to …” she mumbled, but her words paused faltered when, instead of advancing towards her, she saw him turn to the other car.
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Chapter 2: He was scared of losing her.
Arwen felt numb all over. Was it the pain torturing her entire body, or was it him? She wasn’t sure. She knew just one thing: he had failed her today.
She had no idea who was in the other car. It had crashed into hers, and maybe the other person was suffering just as much as she was, or even worse. But still, shouldn’t he have come to her side first? Saved her first? After all, she was not just anyone; she was his fiancée, the one he had promised himself to.
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How could the other person be more important to him than her? Or maybe he hadn’t seen her?
Yes, that could be possible. After all, she hadn’t been able to call him and tell him about the accident.
“Ryan! I’m here too. Ryan!”
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With that thought in her mind, she tried to call out to him, to let him know of her presence—of her situation. But no matter how she called, her voice was nothing but a mumble. She had neither the energy to scream nor the strength to get out and walk to him. But somewhere deep down, she believed he would know, just as she always knew his every unspoken wish and call.
But the moment she caught sight of the woman he was holding in his arms, she knew that he wouldn’t listen. Because around that one person, all his senses became jammed. His heart locked onto her, making no one else matter. Not even her—his fiancée.
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Delyth Embers—the belle of Ryan Foster’s heart. With Delyth injured, how could he even notice her dying?
Her smile turned mocking. All this time, she had been trying to justify his ignorance, forcing herself to believe that he came to save her… that maybe he didn’t come to her because he hadn’t seen her.
But in reality, she was just manipulating herself once again into believing something impossible. How dedicated she was, wasn’t she?
But what did her dedication bring her?
His negligence. His lack of empathy.
“Heh!” she scoffed sarcastically before spitting out the blood she had been holding in all this while. ‘Arwen, open your eyes and see it clearly. You wasted yourself and your youth on someone who barely deserved it. He didn’t love you even after you followed him like crazy. Did you really think he would turn around and see you—fall for you?’
That wasn’t possible.
Just as she was cursing her dumb self, she saw him walk away from the crashed car. But his steps came to a halt as if he had noticed something—or someone.
Arwen’s gaze was blurry, but she saw him turn and look her way. She couldn’t make out his expression because her vision wasn’t clear. But now she knew that he was aware of her presence.
With him looking her way, he knew that she was there, stuck and dying. But what scared her was his possible response to her situation. Would he care enough to save her?
He should, given she was his fiancée and childhood sweetheart. But she couldn’t be confident about that. After all, she knew who he was holding in his arms. With her there, she wouldn’t matter. Even if she was dying, he might not care.
And what she feared was exactly what happened. He turned around and left without a care. As if to him, she was nothing but thin air. He didn’t see her there.
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If he hadn’t turned to look her way, she might have forced herself to believe that. But even if she was foolish, she wasn’t blind enough not to realize he simply left her behind to die.
That was it. Maybe.
This was all she needed to witness to know how wasteful her life had been. How wasteful her efforts and sacrifices had been, for he never cared for any of it. All he cared for was the woman in his arms.
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As the realization became clearer in her heart, she felt herself falling into a deep, dark abyss that seemed to be the end of everything. Yes, it must be her end—her death.
Her arms fell limply to her side as she lost the last thread of consciousness she had been holding onto. Maybe this was what she deserved for following her heart so illogically.
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She didn’t know how long she was stuck in that deep darkness, but with no hope of light around, she had already given up. But then something shook her in the flames of darkness. It felt like someone wrapped her in his arms, pulling her cold body close, trying to warm her with his natural embrace while attempting to wake her up.
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Arwen tried to open her eyes to see who it was, but they simply wouldn’t open. She didn’t have the strength.
“You cannot die like this. Open your eyes, Arwen. Come on, open your eyes.”
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That voice wasn’t clear, but she could hear the earnest plea in it. There was also a hint of anger, but she wasn’t sure at whom it was directed.
Who was he? And why was he trying so earnestly to save her?
She tried to figure it out, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t match his voice to anyone in her memory.
But he knew her name, which meant he must have known her too.
How did he find her?
There were so many questions about him. But she had no answers. Nor was she in a state where she could find them.
Could he be Ryan?
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“Arwen, can you hear me? Get up. Don’t sleep and don’t you dare die.”
She heard his call again and felt his arms tightening around her. That’s when she sensed the fear in his voice—the fear he was trying to hide behind his urgent, intimidating tone.
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She didn’t know who he was. But whoever he was, he was scared of losing her.
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Chapter 3: Burn the city.
While Arwen lost consciousness, she failed to notice someone else’s appearance. As the smoke gradually thinned, he walked through it like Hades emerging from the underworld.
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His trench coat swayed in the air like sharp blades, ready to slash through anyone who dared block his path. He didn’t look around. His gaze was fixed on the Mercedes—or more specifically, on the woman trapped inside it.
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Reaching out, he tried to open the door. But it was stuck and wouldn’t budge. Before the man who had followed him could offer help, the man himself took a step back and shattered the window with a single punch.
His strike was so precise that although the glass shattered, none of the pieces flew in to sting or cut her skin. In the next moment, he reached inside to unlock the door, pulling it open at once.
His eyes grew cold as he assessed her condition. With her limbs trapped awkwardly and her head bleeding, she looked like a terrible mess—nothing like the image of her that he held in his memories.
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Had he arrived too late?
No, he couldn’t afford to be late. Not this time, at least. Especially not when she was like this.
“Arwen!” he called as he bent down to inspect her. Pressing his fingers to the side of her neck, he tried to feel her pulse. But it was so faint that it scared him. Shaking his head, he quickly reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt.
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“You cannot die. Do you hear me? Open your eyes,” he commanded, but she didn’t respond. He tried to shake her awake, but she remained still, unresponsive to any of his orders.
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Did she even know that the world followed his commands? Or did she know that she alone had the power and authority to disobey him?
“Sir, we need to get the lady out of here first. The car could catch fire at any second. It’s not safe,” the other man, dressed in formal attire, spoke, keeping his tone polite and sincere.
The man nodded, and in the next second, he scooped her up in his arms. His actions were so swift they reflected his ease in carrying her.
With her in his arms, he turned to walk back to his car when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn’t turn around, but the person behind him could feel the dark, dangerous aura he was emitting at that moment.
Even though he had been by his boss’s side for years, he still couldn’t handle this dark side of him with ease. It chilled his soul.
“Emyr, I want you to find out who was responsible for this. And also, who was in that other car,” he ordered.
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Emyr nodded before responding, “You’ll know by tomorrow morning, Sir.”
The man said nothing more and turned to walk back to his car with the woman in his arms. Emyr, however, turned to look at the other car, which was now deserted. There could only be two reasons for this: either the person fled the scene without a care, or perhaps they were saved by someone.
In both cases, the lady was left behind. And that alone was enough to enrage his boss. After all, the lady wasn’t just anyone. She was the pearl treasured by the Dragon King himself. Whoever dared to offend her or leave her behind would have to settle the score—no matter who it was.
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He felt a twinge of pity for someone but quickly reminded himself that he shouldn’t feel any emotion for a person who dared to offend his boss—directly or indirectly.
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Walking quickly, Emyr soon reached the car. Opening the door, he suggested, “Sir, if you—”
“No need. Just hold the door, and I’ll take care of the rest,” the man said, as if guessing his secretary’s words. Emyr immediately nodded and held the door, using one hand to shield his head. Once his boss was inside, he quickly closed the door and moved to take the driver’s seat.
“Sir, do you want me to drive to your personal clinic?”
“We don’t have time for that. Drive to the nearest hospital and tell Jason to meet us there before we arrive,” he replied, and Emyr nodded, driving down the lane as he called Dr. Clark on the way.
In the back, the man held Arwen close to his heart as if he wanted her to hear his heartbeat and come back to him. “You cannot die like this. Open your eyes, Arwen,” he pleaded, but there was no response. He pressed her closer, but her body was growing colder by the second.
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And that was enough to terrify him.
“Break the signals, Emyr, and floor it to the hospital. I want us there as soon as possible,” he ordered, adjusting the woman in his arms. With one arm securing her, the other went to rub her palms, trying to warm her up. “Arwen, can you hear me? Open your eyes. Don’t sleep, and don’t you dare die,” he commanded, but still, there was no response.
“Arwen, wake up. Come on, wake up,” he tried again, dipping down to listen to and feel her breaths. But they were so faint that it felt like her soul was slipping away.
Shaking his head, he mumbled to himself, “No, no, no. Nothing can happen to you. You cannot die. Arwen, wake up, please.” Then he yelled, “Emyr, drive faster. Get to the hospital soon, or don’t blame me for burning you before I burn this city.”
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The secretary quickly pressed the accelerator—not out of fear for his own life, but out of fear that his boss would really do something drastic in his rage if anything happened to the woman.
Reaching the hospital, he swiftly cleared the way so his boss could walk in with the lady at ease. Since he had called ahead and informed the hospital, the floor was kept clear, especially the one leading to the VIP elevator.
“Dean, did you keep the things prepared as I have asked?” Emyr inquired, interrupting the old man in doctor robe who came to introduce himself.
The old man pressed a thin smile and nodded, “Yes, Mr. Ethan, everything is prepared. Please head to the VIP floor, the best team of doctors is already there.”
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Chapter 4: Erase her scars.
On the VIP floor of the hospital, as the team of doctors waited, they tried to guess who was coming.
“I heard it is some bigshot. He recently moved to the city, but the news of his return is yet to go public.” One of them said, making others wonder.
“Oh, does that mean that we are going to get a first-hand glimpse of him? Even before the media and paparazzi?”
“That could happen. But anyway, given the hospital policies and rules, even if we do, we cannot brag about it outside.”
“True, we have to hold ethics. Good that we all know that.” They continued talking until they heard the ding of the elevator. The stance of the doctors changed as they all stood confidently, holding their heads high.
Emyr appeared first and they tried to analyse him but it didn’t take long for them to realize that he wasn’t the patient.
“Who is the best among you?” He asked, coming to stand in front of the team, when the rest noticed the man who came walking behind him with an unconscious woman in his arms. Just one look at his aura and presence was enough to confirm he was the big shot they had been discussing earlier.
Their eyes then shifted to look at the woman and her condition didn’t look quite favourable. One of the doctors quickly replied to Emyr’s question, “We are the team of the best. Don’t worry, we will treat the patient with our utmost skills and expertise.”
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Emyr decisively shook his head. “No. I don’t need you all. The lady needs only one doctor to check on her until our Dr. Clark arrives. Give her the necessary treatment needed before his arrival.” He said and the mention of Dr. Clark shocked everyone.
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They all exchanged glances, wondering if it was the same famous Dr. Clark they were thinking of – the legendary neurosurgeon.
“Ah, then any of us can go. I am the senior-most among them; let me treat the lady first.” One of the senior doctors suggested before gesturing for them to enter the ward. He signalled the ward boys to come forward to help the patient but as soon as they did, the silent dragon roared.
“No need. I will bring her in myself.” Just that was enough to instill fear in everyone’s heart. His voice was deep and even though it sounded like a roar, he had barely raised his voice. It was the edge in the tone that warned everyone against doing something that wasn’t considered pleasant to him.
The senior doctor quickly waved off the ward boys and then gestured to the man towards the room. “Then bring her this way, sir.” He said and the man walked past everyone without holding any formality.
A short while later, the elevator once again dinged open, making everyone turn their heads to see a doctor appearing in his robe. Wasn’t this the famous medical all-rounder Jason Clark? His legendary handsome looks, framed by glasses, confirmed his identity.
So, they had guessed him, right? He was the one who was coming to treat the patient. She must be lucky to get him to treat her, otherwise even those with money often couldn’t summon Dr. Clark on such short notice.
“Where is the patient?” Jason asked one of the doctors; who quickly gestured towards the VIP ward room. He didn’t waste another moment and stepped in.
When Emyr saw him appear, he immediately addressed him. “Dr. Clark, you are here. We were waiting for you. Please check the lady.” He said. Jason nodded before walking to the side of the patient’s bed to do a quick inspection, before giving her an injection.
“Her breathing is faint, but she is alive. Treat her soon.” The man said. Even if his words might seem like a plea from one perception, knowing him better, Jason knew that he was giving him the warning -a warning to be aware of the consequences.
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“Don’t worry. Even though she had gotten some deep injuries, none of them are fatal to her life. With surgery, she will recover soon.”
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“Surgery?” The man asked, and Emyr gulped. He had just relaxed, hearing that the lady would be getting fine soon, but now, with the boss’s tone, he sensed another danger.
But Jason remained unfazed. Nodding, he replied, “Yes, a surgery, or quite a few. She has some broken bones too. It would be better if we perform it soon; otherwise, she might have to suffer a lot later.” Then, turning to the other doctor present, he said, “Can you ask your people to prepare the operation theatre? I will lead the surgery with your people.”
And the doctor at once nodded before leaving to make the arrangements. While back in the VIP room, Jason, seeing his friend brooding, spoke, “Do you not believe in my surgical skills, she will be fine. And she wouldn’t feel the pain, I assure you.”
“I don’t want any scars left behind on her. Make sure this painful memory is erased from her body.”
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Jason smiled but then nodded, “There won’t be any scars left. I will make sure. All her wounds will be healed without leaving any trace. But as for her psychological trauma, I am not sure. She might not be able to forget this accident even if her wounds get healed.”
“She will. I will make her forget it soon.” He said and the confidence he held in his tone was enough to make anyone believe. Even if it seemed impossible, they knew that if he took the charge, he would make it possible.
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“Then it’s perfect. Nothing to worry about.” He said before gesturing towards the door of the room. “I allow you to stay here while I go and check on the arrangements of the surgery. And save it now, thank me later.”
He said and then walked out. Emyr took his chance to slip off as well, leaving his boss alone with the lady.
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Chapter 5: Did he save me?
Arwen felt as though she was in a deep, comfortable sleep. Her body no longer felt any pain, and she sensed a continuous presence by her side, as if somebody stayed with her day and night.
The person wouldn’t speak but he would be there, holding her hand and caressing it to make her feel comfortable and relaxed. His identity was a mystery to her, but for some reason, his presence no longer felt foreign.
Arwen didn’t know how many more days she had to sleep, but she was growing tired of this deep and dark slumber. She felt simply trapped in a room with the lights off.
Suddenly, amidst that darkness around, she felt something move. She walked in the direction to check and saw the darkness change suddenly. She was still trapped in the sleep, but no longer in the same black room. Now, she could see the street back from her childhood — the same lane she used to take to her high school.
This …
She was contemplating what was happening when she saw her younger self appear in the same old uniform from high school. This day seemed more familiar than any other time, and then Arwen realized why.
It was familiar because it was the day she first met Ryan.
On normal days, her family’s car would drop her off at school. But due to her stubbornness that day, she deliberately chose to walk.
Arwen’s brows furrowed a little as she tried to remember the events of that day. And just as she did, she heard a yell and then a screech. She looked back to check what happened but then the scene shifted to another. This time, it was the decor of the hospital.
Her father’s joyous face came into view as she saw herself waking up after the concussion, all weak and pale.
Yes, on that day, she had gotten into an accident, where she had lost consciousness on the spot and was brought to the hospital. It was only after she woke that she realized how lucky she was to be alive after the incident.
“Arwen, how many times have we told you to be mindful on the road? See, what would have happened if Ryan hadn’t found you there in time? Your father and I wouldn’t have known that you got yourself in trouble.” She heard her mother speak and her eyes darted to look at the young boy standing on the side.
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He looked the same even back then —tall and handsome. The only difference was that now a little more maturity had been added to his features.
“Oh, you might not know him yet. Let me introduce you to him.” Her mother spoke once again. “He is Ryan Foster, son of my best friend. You might not remember him, but you know him. Both of you had spent a considerable time together in childhood until he moved abroad with his family. Now they have returned and, Ryan will be joining your school.”
And from then on, she came to know who Ryan Foster was — a childhood sweetheart who later grew up and became her fiancé.
But wait, Arwen couldn’t understand why she was being reminded of that day now. It was an old story that was there in her memory, but she never thought of reminiscing or reliving it. It was just there, in the journal of her heart, like any other of the day of her life.
She was trying to figure out why she was revisiting this page of her life when, from the corner of her eye, she caught young Arwen’s gaze looking out of the room. Her gaze seemed to hold some confusion that Arwen couldn’t register.
What was it?
She followed her younger self’s gaze and saw another young boy’s silhouette. He had already turned his back, ready to leave. Since she was watching all this happen from her younger self’s memory, she didn’t have the power to move and check who the boy was.
Young Arwen might have seen him, but she hadn’t kept him in her memory. And with the way he turned his back, she guessed that he never returned after that day.
Who was he?
Suddenly, it was all back to darkness. Arwen thought that she returned to the same dark place, only to see a small ray of light brightening up the ambience. She heard a voice and recognized it as belonging to some nurse.
“She is waking up. I should call a doctor.”
When Arwen opened her eyes, she caught the back of the nurse rushing out — probably to call the doctor. Her eyes looked around, and as she had guessed, she didn’t die; someone had saved her.
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She had a blurry recollection of all everything. Although she doubted it was Ryan, there was still a chance he had come back to rescue her. She needed to confirm it before sending him her gratitude.
The doctor came in soon after to check on her. Taking note of all the vitals, he smiled and said, “You have recovered well. But we still have to wait for Dr. Clark to see you once.”
“Dr. Clark?” Arwen wasn’t very familiar with the name.
The doctor nodded. “Yes, Dr. Clark. He is your attending physician as well, and it was his surgery that helped you recover so well and so quickly. When he comes later, you will be able to meet him.”
“I underwent surgery.?” she asked. Although she knew she had been badly injured in the accident, she hadn’t felt anything like scalpels touching her skin. In fact, she barely felt any pain.
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“The surgery was important to save you. You had a deep head injury and some broken bones. But you were fortunate that Dr. Clark performed your surgery. With him, you might not have felt a thing.”
The doctor explained, and Arwen nodded looking at herself. “So, was it Dr. Clark who brought me here? Did he save me?” she asked, and the doctor exchanged a gaze with the nurse who was standing by his side.
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Chapter 6: Savior.
While the doctor and the nurse struggled to give her an answer, a voice from behind refused to take the credit of his friend.
“No, I didn’t,” Jason said, and Arwen had to shift in her position a little to see who was there at the door.
The handsome face of the doctor made Arwen’s eyes twinkle a little before she asked, “Are you Dr. Clark?”
Jason smiled and entered the room, nodding in acknowledgement. “Yes, I am Jason Clark. And before you ask, let me tell you that while I did save your life with my medical expertise, I didn’t bring you here. That was someone else. And with my good principles, I don’t really like taking credit that belongs to someone else”
Arwen smiled softly and said, “If that’s something you follow, then you are a good person, Dr. Clark. Thank you for treating me.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He slightly bowed in a chivalrous manner before checking the monitors and speaking to the other doctor who was present there. “She is doing well now; we will change her medication.”
The other doctor nodded and exchanged a few medical terms with him. Once they were done, he left with the nurse. But Jason stayed back. Turning back to Arwen, he smiled again and said, “I am sure you have already heard about your recovery. You are doing fine and could probably beat a bull if given a chance. But your bones still need some time to heal.”
“Are my legs fine?” Arwen asked urgently. Her legs were important to her. Since childhood, she had loved ballet. Even though she no longer performed on stage, she still dedicated time to practicing the moves. Ballet was her escape door and to keep that escape intact, she needed her legs to be fine.
Her eyes darted to her leg, which was heavily bandaged. Jason followed her gaze and looked down at her feet. “When I first examined your leg, I suspected a tibial shaft fracture,” he said, and Arwen’s expression froze.
Tibial shaft fracture —that alone was enough to erase dance from her life.
“It is a condition where there is a break in the long bone of the lower leg. The surgical procedure usually involves intramedullary nailing, where a metal rod is inserted to maintain proper alignment in the bones. But you got lucky because later, I realized my suspicions were wrong. Your situation wasn’t that severe, and fortunately, someone got you here in time.”
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He explained and Arwen breathed a sigh of relief. But still, to be sure, she asked, “So, there is no problem with my legs, right? I can dance?”
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“Yes, you can,” Jason replied. “But you have to wait until you are fully recovered. There wasn’t a serious fracture, but there was still a fracture, and it needs time to be heal before you get back on your dancing feet again. Also, even after it heals, you will need to undergo physical therapy to strengthen your muscles before getting back on the stage. After the surgery, your leg won’t be as strong as it was before.”
Arwen nodded, understanding. “I won’t be reckless with my legs, Dr. Clark. Thank you so much. My legs are very precious to me because without them, I can’t dance,” she said, not hiding the relief she was felt, knowing that her legs were fine and she would still be able to dance.
“Then you should truly cherish it, Ms. Quinn. Because you had a really close call —you had almost lost your legs. If you hadn’t been brought in time, nothing could have helped.” Jason said and his words really scared her.
If she had lost her legs and the chance to dance again in her life, she couldn’t imagine how she would live in this world. She