Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

RYAN

Lily had been waiting anxiously for me to return to the hospital. The moment I stepped inside, she told me that she believed Clover was conscious. A part of me resisted her words, doubting their truth. A voice deep within whispered that her desperation for answers might be clouding her judgment. Yet, despite my doubts, I made a choice a deliberate decision to trust her. I decided to listen to my wife, to honor her instincts, even if they didn't entirely make sense to me.

With Amell by our side, we walked into Clover's hospital room together. My eyes darted to him, searching for any small indication that Lily might be right. At first, there was nothing-no movement, no reaction, nothing to support her claim.

"He's still unconscious," Lily began. "And we need him awake if we're going to get the answers we're looking for about the case." She paused before continuing, m. "I know you haven't been able to proceed with this yet because I was unconscious too, and as the owner of this hospital, my signature and approval are required to move forward."

They were pretending-putting on a performance, hoping to scare Clover into opening his eyes. And I swear, if this man proves Lily right by waking up now, after making us wait so long and playing us for fools, I'm going to strangle him. Not literally, of course, but the frustration inside me made the thought oddly satisfying.

"We might need to perform an intraosseous injection to administer medication or fluids," Amell said.

I blinked, completely lost. If Clover understood what that meant, he was smarter than me. "And what exactly does that mean?" I asked, half-skeptical.

Lily didn't miss a beat. "It means inserting a needle directly into the bone marrow," she explained,. "It's painful-excruciating, really-and it's known to pull people out of comas just from the sheer shock of it."

"Oh..." The word slipped out before I could stop it.

"Amell, have the nurses prepare him," Lily instructed. "I'll get ready and sanitize." Without another word, she turned and headed toward her ward, a woman on a mission. The rest of us followed.

Just before she disappeared into the hallway, Lily glanced back over her shoulder. "Mark my words. The nurses are going to come tell us he's awake."

True to her words, it wasn't long before one of the nurses came back with the news we had been expecting-Clover was awake. Lily didn't even try to hide her smug satisfaction as she turned to give me her classic I told you so look. Without saying a word, she brushed past me and walked off, her steps confident, leaving me standing there to digest the turn of events.

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leave the hospital to go to the station for further questioning. Instead, the police came to him, determined to get answers despite his bedridden state. If they found him guilty of any involvement, there was no escaping justice he would be cuffed to the hospital bed until

need to be in the room for the interrogation. At our request, the audio feed from the CCTV camera in

the accident!" he exclaimed, his tone edged with desperation. "The accident happened because I panicked. I noticed that Ms. Lily had lost consciousness, and for a few seconds, I took my eyes off the road. That was all it took! One minute

at her desk, her fingers drumming rhythmically against the wood, her face a mask of skepticism. As Clover spoke, her eyes narrowed, her mistrust solidifying with each word. When he finished, she leaned back slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line before she muttered under her breath, "I don't believe him. He knows something.

quiet to hear, but her conviction was unmistakable. It

gave it a gentle squeeze. It was the only thing I could do in that moment, a

speakers, sharp and probing. "Why did you fake being unconscious?" he asked Clover directly. "You conveniently woke up only

the camera, clearly aware of being watched. "I know this must sound hard to believe, but I wasn't

sign that she wasn't buying his explanation. Her skepticism mirrored mine, but neither of

your so-called company even registered? Are you licensed to produce or sell perfumes to the public?" Clover licked his lips nervously, the tension evident in his body language. Finally, he let out a long sigh, as though resigning himself to the truth. "Fine," he muttered.

who's licensed to produce and sell it. I was just helping him get recognition. Since I work with people from high society, I thought I could introduce his product to

tone remained calm. "I'm going to need the name and details of this friend. We'll have

as if he couldn't resist, Clover turned his attention back to the camera. His gaze seemed to pierce through the

before answering. "Yes. She and her husband are watching from her office. Their three children disappeared into thin

happened while I was under your service. I know it's hard to believe

palm lightly against the table, redirecting

gaze

to stay seated, she rose and walked toward the window, her back to

like that shattered something in me. I wanted to say something, anything, but the lump in my throat made it impossible. I was

shaky breath,