Treachery Affair

She freeze on the spot, seeing his eyes open. For some seconds, she remain rooted to the floor, squinting her eyes to be sure that she’s seeing correctly, and of course, her eyes aren’t deceiving her.

She gulps down the lump in her throat as waves of mixed feelings spurs through her. She’s extremely happy to see his eyes open, but then thinking about what happened in the past, it’s hard to bring herself to face him.

“Jay…” She whispers as tears trickles down the corner of her eyes. She finally moves her legs slowly until she gets to the side of the bed, and bend over her.

Although Jayden have been awake for the past five minutes before she walked inside, but he’s yet to adapt to the environment he found himself in. He has been trying to understand what’s going on, but his head remains blank as he only stares at the white ceiling. He moves his eyelids lazily when a blurry figure hovers over him. He tries to open his eyes wide to see the figure, but his eyes are not strong enough to contain the ray of light in the room. He tries to move his hand, but it’s too heavy to he moved. All his body feels heavy and numb.

“Where… am… I?” He asks in a low tone, and his eyes close again.

“Doctor… doctor… Jay… Jay…” He keeps hearing a faint familiar voice calling him, but he can’t respond. The voice keeps fading away, until he can’t hear it again and his vision becomes blank…

Ten minutes later…

“How’s he, doc?” Harley asks worriedly after the doctor is done examining him.

“Congratulations, madam. He’s out of danger now. You have to leave him to rest. He will wake up in an hour time. You should get some fruits now, so he can eat when he wakes up,” the doctor says to her, with a smile dancing on his lips.

“Thank you…” She says to him before he finally leaves the ward for the two of them.

She sighs deeply, taking her attention to him. The oxygen has been removed from his face, he has been injected. As much as she can’t wait for him to wake up, she’s also scared of facing him, after everything that happened. She feels guilty. What if he hates her? What if he gets mad at her and ask to never see her again? Those are the questions she keeps asking herself, but can’t come up with answers.

She finally stands up and ambles out of the ward. She drives to the nearest fruit vendor, where she buys some fruits and heads back to the hospital.

Stepping into the ward, she stops abruptly on her track as she is welcomed by the sight of Jayden. He’s already awake and sitting up on the bed. He looks exhausted.

He tilts his head slowly to the direction of the door, and he freeze on the spot upon seeing her. His heart lits up in excitement as he stares into her eyes. Memories of the past flash through his mind, and waves of sadness sparks through him.

She stares at him, unable to break eye contact with him as so many thoughts floods her mind. For some seconds, she wish she can read his thoughts and maybe know what he may be thinking now…

Fifteen minutes later…

Tears floods down his his cheeks as he stares at his friend fighting for his life. His heart wrenches in pain, he feels like it was his fault that he ended up this way. If he hadn’t come to save him, maybe this wouldn’t have happened, maybe he wouldn’t be on the sickbed now.

Alex have always been there for him right from time, he had always proven to be more than just a friend to him, he was always there to protect him, but he could never have imagined that he could go to the extent of wanting to sacrifice his life for him. He knew things would end up like this, that was why he didn’t bother to tell him where he was going, but he found out and got himself shot.

“I’m sorry…” He cries bitterly as he takes his hand and gives it a light squeeze.

“Mr Clinton, you have to return back to the ward and rest now. You’re yet to recover,” the doctor says to him, but he shakes his head.

“No… I’m fine,” he says to the doctor casually.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it from here,” Harley says to the doctor, and he finally walks out of the ward…

Three weeks on…

Harley Quinn

Jayden have been discharged from the hospital for the past ten days. We have been living like total strangers and it’s hurting me. He hasn’t said a word to me, except for greetings. He just prefers to stay alone in the guest room and isolated himself from everyone. He didn’t even want to spend time with his son. I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have judged him, I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I know that I deserve all the treatment he’s giving me now. But our son didn’t deserve to be treated like this, right? He needs his dad.

As much as I want to think that he has been like that because of Alex, I can’t help but feel that it’s connected to what happened. This silent treatment is killing me already and I can’t take this pain anymore. It’s driving me crazy, no matter how much I try to endure it.

“Ma’am, are you OK?” Cleo’s voice jolts me back to reality, and I almost jump out of my skin. I was cooking in the kitchen and suddenly got lost thinking.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll be back. Help me take it from here,” I amble out of the kitchen and head to the stairs. I climb the stairs and heads straight to the guestroom. I have endure this more than enough, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to confront him. He can’t keep giving me this treatment. He’s going to drive me crazy with this.

I place a knock on the door, but got no response. After waiting for two minutes, I finally push the door open and walks in to find him standing at the window side and staring out. So he has been hearing me knocking?

“Jay… Can we talk?” I try to call his attention.

“No… I want to be left alone,” he says with resentment in his voice, and my heart wrenches in pain. Tears wells up in my eyes, but I fight it back and take a deep breath.

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you treating me like this?” My tears finally find their way out of my eyes. I can’t hold it in anymore.

“Don’t make this hard for me, I just said that I want to be left alone,” he finally turns around to face me with a cold expression on his face. He turns around and starts heading to the balcony.

“I deserve everything you’re doing to me, I deserve to be ignored… I know what I did os beyond forgiveness, but can you please stop punishing my son also for the crimes that I committed? I’m the one at fault, why are you not giving him the love and attention that the little boy deserves?” He stops abruptly and slowly clenches his fists beside him…