Beep! Beep! Beep!
The rhythmic sound of the electrocardiogram rung in the air the slow hum of the delibrator. The air stank of antiseptic and drugs mixed together
The white room of hospital word littered with various medical electronics and machines arranged in proper and systematic order
A body laid on the white hospital bed a breathing machine strapped to his mouth and some wires connected to his chest and abdomen.
This was Trevour.
TREVOUR POV
Groan! Ahh!
A groan escaped my lips as I woke up my blurry vision still acclimating to the sudden brightness of the room I was in
Looking around I noticed some medical equipment around me and registered I was on an hospital bed
" Is this an hospital? Argh! " My head feels like it has been pounded a hundred times non stop
Sever headache hit like a sport car speeding down the freeway
"God that hurts"
After a few minutes I got a hang of myself and managed to incline my upper body higher.
Trying to recall what went down
I remembered I fell asleep and was woken up by that call and I fainted
" I think I hit my heat pretty badly"emotions crashing back down. Recalling my conversation with the female on the line...
"Why them huh?, life why? Why is it everytime something good is about to happen is suddenly goes south" I said tears streaming down my face
" That was supposed to be my day, the day I finally graduated and make them proud. But you freaking ruined it didn't you?!
Son sob!
Boohoo..."..mum son dad....elder bro, you freaking took all my family from me!. Everything I had and held dear you took!
Sob sob sob....
" Did you hear about the guy in ward six?" a random voice streamed into his ear prompting his heavy sobs to stop
"Yeah I did, can you believe that? Did he really kill his family for money" a mature voice replied skeptical
" Maybe cus they loaded, they brought him in a Royce. Can you believe that?! ,if it was me I could do it"
" Bitch, all you think about is money all day, money this, more that come on don't you got a man? You all don't get freaky?
" Come on drop that shit bitch, ain't going to eat, wear or drive no love. I need money!!
Hahaha.....
Their laughter rippling through the wall echoing down the corridor their footsteps fading into the background
"...were they talking about me" tears still stuck to my face
" How could they think that?! , how will I kill my own family for money! I roared my voice bellowing across the ward.
"How.."
"Yes sir right this way" a voice approached coupled with multiple footsteps approaching
Swing!
The door to the ward swung open bringing with it a multitude of people
My grandparents I haven't seen in a while, a doctor probably a senior, my uncle and his wife Miranda
" This is your grandson Mr Wiston as you can see we have been taking care of him well through the three days he was in come.
His blood pressure and vitals are normal and stable so his health is assured" the senior doctor said his beard trembling slightly his aged face red from the non stop talk
"Three days" I screamed in my head no wonder I felt like an old relic that was just dug up.
" Thank you for your care director and please extend my thanks to the hospital erm.. can you give us a minute. We need to talk to trevour" my grandfather said to the director turning to me mid sentence giving me a look that could kill
Taken back I inwardly wondered what could have warranted such attitude, but shurgged it off as old people mood swing
But how wrong was i
" Sure Mr Wiston the doctor" said bowing and excusing himself shutting the door behind him
.........
The silence was disturbing my uncle was just looking around the ward and it's equipment like they were things from the future
My aunt on the other hand was busy checking her snail occasionally swiping her hair to the back
My grandpa continued staring intensely at my while my grandmother held his right hand also gazing at me with a conflicted look
Cough!
"Er...good morning grand ma and pa hope you are doing okay thank you for checking on me with uncle and aunty' I said, my aunty forming an eyeroll before looking away.
My uncle remained undisturbed but my grandpa....
he erupted!!
Pointing at me he roared " you imbicle how could you do such a evil thing as to plot your own families death?! Huh, for a thing as inheritance, how could you.
" I knew you were a jinx from day one, I should have allowed them to have you. You are bad luck"