Chapter 5

• Taevon’s POV
• I was well aware of my brother’s situation. The situation of him getting married to his fiancé’s twin sister. It was not a good move but I couldn’t say anything to him, after all, he was in control of his life.
• There was no need for me to get involved with the Garrettson’s family drama as it was none of my business. I already had enough drama of my own going on in the real world.
• I hated the fact that Charlotte had to wake up and find her life in the mess it was in but at the same time I could do nothing for her.
• It was between her and her family members. I was only a doctor who was to treat her and who also happened to be her fiancés brother.
• I really felt bad for her, I really did, but it was beyond me to help. She seemed like a sweet person after talking to her for a few minutes. She was not like the rest of the women I had met in my life. She was different.
• She was not one to be gobsmacked by my words which was a bit surprising but it was okay.
• It was boring anyway to talk to people who only stared at me but never actually communicated because they were dumbfounded or intimidated. I hated having to deal with people like those.
• However, she was different. She was not one to be taken off her feet with soft words.
• I started to remember my interaction with her at the ward when I had come in to kick out her family, including my poor brother who was stuck in a war he didn’t know he had caused.
• I had watched her talk and she seemed like someone who didn’t want others to say any word. She was stubborn and she was a bit rude with the way she was interrupting me.
• I hated that and I did want to shout at her a couple of times but I had to hold myself back because it was not professional to do that to anyone in the hospital, especially not a patient.
• I could lose my license for that violent treatment so I had to be careful.
• All I could do to her was sedate her and leave her room. She needed to rest not worry about how her sister was shagging my brother and how they had gotten married while she was in a coma.
• Thinking back on it, I started to wonder if my brother was right or wrong for doing what he did.
• “Oh fuck,” I sighed as I settled deeper in my seat at the office. I had lots of work to do and here I was thinking about other folks' problems.
• I picked up a file to go through as something fell off the table and onto the ground. Straining to pick it up, I found it to be a picture of me and my siblings.
• There was Marcus at the end, me in the middle and then Zoey, my sister by my other end.
• Looking at her made my body ache as all I wanted to do was punch through a wall and blame God and the universe for what it was doing to me.
• “I really have problems on my hands,” I sighed to myself as I let my body fall back in the chair while I looked intently at the picture.
• I could feel my emotions flowing through but that was it. I had someone in my life who needed real sympathy and not my brother. His case could be handled with the right hands, but the case before mine was one only God and science could cure.
• A few years ago, my brother and I discovered that our sister, Zoey, had inherited the genetic disorder that had killed our mother; muscular Dystrophy.
• This was a group of genetic diseases that caused progressive weaknesses and loss of muscle mass. It also meant that my sister would get weaker and die out in a few years.
• Hearing this news had broken me especially as she had been the one I would always run to whenever I was sad. She was my best friend and although we were of different ages, she was still the one I would go to.
• The top of my nose started to get cold as I felt the tears roll down my face and fall onto the picture.
• Very dramatic, I thought to myself as I wiped my tears.
• Dropping the picture, I took up the file I was to go through but I couldn’t concentrate, not after what I had seen.
• I remembered spending a large portion of my life on medical research, searching for ways to cure the disease as I did not want to lose her. I failed in all my endeavors but it did not stop me from trying.
• I wasn’t going to stop. I would keep on pushing until I have found something that would get her well.
• I had gone through all the old files and found out some things which would have been of help had the scientists completed it, however, no matter how bad it would get, I was sure I could get to the bottom of the issue.
• I could feel myself getting close and that was it. I had faith that one day, I would get the cure and get my sister out of that jam she was in.
• Unfortunately for me, I needed so much money from my job and I didn’t have the funds to put into my research project.
• I had calculated the amount and it was more than the amount I was earning in a month. I couldn’t see myself bringing that money out as I needed help for it.
• A huge part of my inheritance had been locked away by my fathers will as it wanted me to find a wife before I could access it.
• A shitty will as that would mean my sister would die if I can’t get that damn money out of that will.