One thing in this life that is inevitable is "problem". A person who hasn't had a major problem might not understand. It comes in different form. Sometimes it's with you In form of sickness, heartbreak, poverty and so on. It can also be with a loved one.

Seeing them suffer. Seeing them go through pains that could have been avoided if you had enough money.

It's indeed one of the most excruciating kind of pain. It doesn't hurt in your body. It hurts in the heart and that is the hardest pain to get over.

I probably wouldn't have understood this if I wasn't going through it myself. St. Marina's hospital has been a second home to me and a permanent home to my brother, Jacob since over 6 months ago and in those months I've learned what I wouldn't have learnt in 6 years if I didn't have to constantly go visit my brother in the hospital.

The first of it is that the hospital is a place where you either lose someone or gain someone. Someone who was rushed to the hospital due to some illness or accident and was given treatment only to die afterwards because his\her\their condition was too critical will be lost, leaving behind his loved ones to mourn. In the same way, a pregnant woman is rushed to the hospital and after a baby is welcomed to the world and the family.

Secondly, the hospital walls have heard more prayers than the church walls. When a loved one is dying, believers pray to the God\gods they believe in and even the unbelievers pray to whatever god available at the time. Why? Because they're desperate and desperate times calls for desperate measures. They'd do anything at that time to have their loved one back on his feet. But we don't always get what we want do we?

And lastly, we don't always know the worth of people in our lives until we're about to lose them or have lost them. Just like in my case, Jordan and I weren't the closest siblings. I could hardly ever recall a day that went by without us fighting. It was always over stupid stuffs like who gets to do a particular chore and who gets to have the largest portion of food. There were times we would begin our talks like civilised beings only to end it like cavemen. We'd always look for ways to embarrass each other in front of others either by showing baby pictures or saying the embarrassing stuffs the other did. It was those things that I now refer to as memories and I'd give anything to have Jordan repeat them with me. But again, do we always get what we want?

It also didn't help that it was almost 2 months after our parent's death in a gruesome car accident that Jordan gave in to the cancer.

A petite nurse approached me with a great smile on her face. Almost all the nurses in the hospital knows our story and some would always have pity faces on when I pass by them. This nurse was one of them.

"Jordan has been transferred to the VVIP room." She announced with a giant smile. I had suspected her of having a crush on Jordan since the day I found her holding his hands and praying for him on his sick bed. I'm quite sure it isn't a necessary thing for a nurse to pray for her patient but since she did it I'm sure there's more to it than just being caring. I'm not complaining though, I needed someone to care for him when I'm not there and she's perfect for the job without even having to ask. And she wasn't bad at all, almost to Jordan's taste in girls only that she wasn't blonde like he'd have preferred and her hair was pixie cut. She should be about 5'4 and had a slight almost fragile build, exactly how Jordan likes his girls. I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up together but for that to happen he'd have to get well first.

I blinked hard at the bomb she dropped. VVIP? Isn't that for the sick people who had extremely rich relatives? Did they somehow mistake Jordan for a rich guy.

"J-jordan? V-vip? How? W-why?" She shrugged but still maintained her sweet smile. I wondered how her mouth wasn't aching with how big the smile was.

"There must be a mistake somewhere?" I muttered moving past her to head to the doctor's office. She trailed behind and I got slightly irritated. Doesn't she have anything to do? Whirling to face her, I raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure you have things to do, I can find my way to the doctor's office, you can back off now."

Her face dropped and she looked down. I instantly felt bad. Why am I being a bitch to her? She did nothing wrong.

I sighed, moving closer I placed a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. She was looking everywhere but me. "I'm sorry for being rude I'm just not myself these days and it has nothing to do with infact you've helped me more than you think, taking care of my brother without getting anything in return. I owe you a lot and instead of being grateful I was being rude I hope you forgive me."

She perked up at that and gave me the most dazzling smile I've seen in years. It was right then I knew that Jordan is a goner the moment he gets well and sets his eyes on her.

"I understand you perfectly, it's a hard thing to have a sick relative and it takes a toll on a person so be rest assured that I've forgiven you. By the way, jor -- Mr Simpson is a great fellow. I know that in the few times he's awake, always asking of you and telling me to make sure you eat well because of your ulcer. He'd be a great husband." She had this dreamy look on and I figured she might have plans for him to her husband. It was definitely more than just crush. This girl was in love with Jordan.

"He'd definitely be, anyways I'll go see the doctor now." I waved at her and turned to enter the doctor's office. Luckily,she didn't have anyone with her and was busy scribbling something on a sheet of paper. Dr Cassie was our family doctor before my parent's death. Mother died instantly but father survived for few hours after the accident and Dr Cassie tried her best to keep him alive but we lost him at the end. My grandma died from the shock too.

She had been a mother figure since then and I was sure she'd have treated Jordan for free if she didn't have the real owners of the hospital to answer to. Looking up from the paper she threw me an amused look.

"I was about to call you." She said with a smile.

"Hello to you too and why were you about to call? You know I come here every Saturday and Sundays."

"Well something happened that you should know about."

"Does it have to do with Jordan being moved to the VVIP you?" I tilted my head. I prepared myself to persuade her to move him back to the regular room if she was behind the moving and was paying from her salary.

"Oh, Helen told you already."

"If by Helen you mean the nurse with the pixie cut then yes!"

"I can't help but notice that she has taken a liking to Jordan."

"Shouldn't we be talking about the reason he moved?" I sighed. "Really Cassie, you shouldn't have done that. It's of no use if he's moved to the room where We'd pay thousands of dollar in a month and have no money for the surgery. I know you feel helpless just like I do but don't let's forget the main goal here and it's not to let his unconscious self enjoy some room but for him to get well."

"Who said I did anything? Because I didn't."

"Then who did it?" I asked rolling my eyes. Was she really trying to play dumb?

"I should be asking you that." Cassie dead panned. I blinked. She said it with such a serious look there was no way she was lying.

"Excuse me!?"

"Some woman called claiming to be the Personal assistant to someone who she refused to name them she requested for a Jordan Simpson and asked him to be moved to the best room we had and before I could get in a word she cut the call no sooner than that, the hospital's account was credited with the exact amount needed for a VVIP room."

"I-is there a-another Jordan Simpson in the hospital?" I stammered out. She gave a 'don't be stupid look' and shook her head.

My kind was running a thousand mile per second. Who could pay that huge amount of money for Jordan to moved to a VVIP room? If the person could pay for the room them he could definitely pay for the surgery, why didn't he? Could it be Nathan? No! his salary for a year isn't even up to that. Then who could it be?

A tiny voice in my mind whispered the name and I gasped. Why didn't I think of it earlier? I had all the signs right in front of me.

He would definitely know all about me, after all he was rich enough to get anything he wants even information. And he wouldn't be stupid to make a deal with someone he knows nothing about. And seeing as I refused his deal he'd definitely find ways to make me give in. How else could he make a woman with an extremely sick brother agree to his sick agenda than through her brother?

He was a smart man. Not that I expected anything less from a filthy rich business man. Paying for my brother's room to be changed with a huge amount of money that could pay half of his surgery money. He made it real clear "agree to my deal and I'll pay for your brother's surgery fees or don't and let him die".

"Greta, I know you love your brother so much but you really don't have to mix with bad people to pay for his surgery. You know Jordan wouldn't want that, just be patient we'll find a way, Jordan won't die." Cassie chastised

"Oh, you don't have to worry yourself. I'm not planning to deal with bad people, now I just remembered I have somewhere to be." I said heading out the door simultaneously cracking my knuckles. I could see Cassie's curious look at my sudden change.

"Be careful alright? I don't want you getting in trouble or getting hurt." Worry was written on her face and I felt bad for putting her in that position, as if one of us isn't enough to worry about.

"I will. But trust me, someone else might get hurt today." I muttered not loud enough for her to hear.

"What did you--" without waiting for her to finish i slammed the door shut. I could feel the waves of anger I was radiating around me. Even the nurses I met on the way avoided me like a plague, and those that were too slow got a laser like glare from me. I could kill at that moment but luckily the only death that I was hungry for was Vincent's. To feel his neck snap in my hands. I must sound like an evil villain but I don't care. In fact I think I was feeling that kind of hunger that motivates those villains to become a serial killer but in my case it was hunger for only one man.

Sliding open the hospital door, I walked outside to a heavy atmosphere, the clouds were grey and looked about to release a downpour which matched my mood. I had just taken 2 steps when the rain began.

"Vincent Harry, you're a dead meat!" I gritted out and continued in the rain.

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Phew! I can't believe I wrote 2000+ words. My target has always been 1000+ so you can now understand why this is such a big step in my writer writing career (more like writing hobby since I don't get any money for it) Now I feel like a good writer😁 don't blame me I'm lazy and I'm proud of it. Y'all want to know what motivated me? Well..... There was this writer that wrote 6000+ words and it made me ashamed of myself so that's the reason.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I enjoyed writing it. Critics are always welcomed but if you give bitchy comments be sure I'll give bitchy replies. Thanks for reading. Ciao.