I won't be needing her or any other Dr Phyl. A muscle jerked in his cheek again. Rising slowly, he took hold of a chair, close to his bed, leaning firmly on it, he tried to stand straight, but his gait was too wobbly, he sank back into his bed.
"Nurse Stacy will be there in an hour Marcus, l can't risk you spending the night alone. Dr Phyl's words came in as though he trembled, whether from fear or weakness, Marcus wasn't sure.
"I won't die Dr Phyl. I already took my medication and will take another in three hours. Lyn long arranged them."
"I am afraid for you."
Marcus let out a funny sigh. His words stirred a fury within him.
"You are afraid for yourself Dr Phyl. All your hardwork would be in vain if anything happened to me." Marcus said, gritting his teeth. He didn't care how his words made him feel. Dr Phyl's interest was as far as his interest was concerned.
It didn't bother him, but he was grateful to be alive though, cos he had unfinished business at BlueBird.
Dr Phyl was silent. "Marcus!!" He mumbled softly, as he fought the feeling of guilt rising within him.
"I'll be there at 5am. We will be taking off the cast shortly after."
"There'll be no need for a ceremony Dr Phyl. I'll handle it myself..."
" You'll do no such thing Marcus." He said, angered at his patient's audacity. This man was becoming his worst nightmare. "It's a very delicate procedure, which you cannot risk doing on your own. You might bleed."
"If l die, l die." He finally heard Marcus say. The next sound he heard was a long stretch of a buzzing disconnected line.
Marcus lay back on his bed. It had been raised to make him comfortable.
All he wanted to do, was think.
The memory of his life before the accident he remembered, was driving through the streets of Baltimore in his newly acquired limited edition GX Mercedes.
He had flown first class from NewYork to attend a closed-door conference in Baltimore for two weeks. He didn't want to be Chauffeur driven or let anyone disrupt his detailed itinerary which he had planned prior arrival.
He would visit the most expensive casinos and clubs Baltimore had ,and savored her women.
That was his plan.
Buying a brand new luxury benz, though he had a fleet of cars back home, wasn't a bad idea afterall. The cost was nothing to him. BlueBird was his empire, whose networth ran in billions of dollars.
Brand new luxury was all he lived.
And that was the puzzle.
"If the car was brand new, why didthe brakes fail?" Marcus quizzed thoughtfully. His heart skipped at the thought of what could look like an attempted murder, cos that was what it was.
Marcus mouth curved wryly.
He had Friends.
There were also enemies.
But none was powerful and brilliant enough to plan this sort of murder.
"How about his family?" He pondered. His heart racing at the possibility. "They shared DNA. They shared power, and brilliance too.
Marcus tried to relax, but was slugish with rest.
His Mom died a long time ago.
Dad was paralyzed. He suffered a stroke that made his speech really unintelligible.
His Grandfather was powerful, brilliant and in good health too, but would never hurt anyone.
Marcus adored and revered Anthonio.
He taught him everything he knew and more. BlueBird's tremendous success has its root in Anthonio's contributions.
"So who could it be?" Marcus grew restless.
"Angela?" His ex. Very beautiful and voluptuous.
Powerful too, but he didn't like that she dressed like a vain peacock and laughed like a carefree hyena.
Marcus chuckled briefly.
Their days together were filled with wild sex and terrible shallowness.
Nothing brilliant, that aroused his curiosity.
She loved his arrogance, it was the only thing that fed her power. Soon, Marcus got bored and broke up with her.
He loved his girls, feminine, brilliant, bold and very beautiful.
Cocking his head to one side, his eyes read the time on the clock sitting on a fine polished cupboard opposite him.
11:00pm.
Two hours to go before he's supposed to take the last dose of his drugs for the day.
He needed to take a walk.
To think again, if this accident was planned.
Who did it and why.
Another guess was Lucas.
"No!" He muttered beneath his breath.
Lucas, his cousin envied him, but not courageously stupid to kill him.
Crossing the room, he gently reached for the door knob, but before, he could turn to open, a lady, too beautiful, he had to raise his head fully to stare, barged right into him.
She fell against his chest, hitting her face with his , just beneath his chin.
He gave his face bandage a tug, gritting his teeth against a stab of pain.
Amazingly, he smiled, helping her re-gain her balance. His eyes shone with an unfamiliar interest he loved.
He studied her from head to foot and back to head again.
He liked what he saw.
She looked like a marvelous piece of art he loved.