Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 62 - Fifty-Two

Chapter 62: Chapter Fifty-Two

LEO

I walk down the spacious corridor of the hospital, no, almost running. I am drenched in sweats and my abused lips are almost bleeding. My heart is drumming in my chest as if it is trying to escape its rightful place and invade through my chest. My head is ringing and my vision is tunnel. I can feel tension, anxiety and fear coursing through my veins alongside my blood.

I am scared. So scared that I can’t stop running. If I stop running I know the violent tremor of my limbs will be out on full display to other people to enjoy. I am so scared that my lungs are tied in a dead knot refusing to be untied, and this is why my brain is lacking oxygen. My brain can’t process the fear that is consuming me and making me remember the worst things in my life. It can’t process any coherent thoughts. Like it has been sucked dry and there is nothing left aside from those demons in my head.

Ruth said that it was a car accident but I don’t believe it. Because I have never seen a driver as good as Erwin before. With his skills he can’t get into any kind of accidents if it wasn’t plotted beforehand. But I can think about all of it later. I want to see him. Now.

When Ruth called me to the party, I bet that people around me thought that I had lost it because of the way I snatched the keys from Kevin and dashed out of the hotel, bumping into as many people as possible. Even so I couldn’t care less about that. But the thing is why Kevin isn’t calling me yet. He would usually shower me with calls and texts if I do something out of the line. Wait, I don’t have my phone with me. Did I drop it somewhere? Maybe. But it isn’t crossing my mind as seriously as it should. Not that I care anymore. The sense I’m feeling right now is far too greater to worry about my missing phone.

I spot John sitting on a bench before the ICU. Sweats streaming down his forehead and his muscles taut with tension that is gripping him. I approach him.

"Where is Erwin?" I crock, my voice wobble and raspy from the tension that has me in its deathly clutches, refusing to let go even an inch of me.

John jumps on his feet, the worried lines forming on his face are telling me that the things aren’t really working on our side. "H-He is in observation. Ruth is taking care of him. I don’t know anything else other than that." He rushes out.

And my tough-guy act that I know I wasn’t really helping me all that much, falls. My knees tremble and I lose my footings but before I can hit the cold, unforgivingly solid tile, John’s hands snap out and catch me in them.

I know the way my internal organs react to the situation is going to kill me sooner or later. The way my innards are squeezed together is extremely concerning and unhealthy. And the way my brain isn’t helping with anything at all is almost like it knows that everything I will do now is futile unless I see that one person, who promised to accompany me to a party.

I am panicking. I can feel it. The way fear and panic is flooding my system at an alarming speed is proof that I am about to lose my shits.

John gently helps me to sit on the bench and then sits beside me. "Don’t panic, Leo." He rubs my back. Something about this man is comforting. But what is it? The way he talks? The way his kind gaze never makes my skin crawl? I don’t know...

But whatever it is, it isn’t helping in the least right now. The fear and tension has taken another methodic way to agonize me. They are now making me nauseating. They are threatening to make my food reappear in a disgusting form. And I am pretty sure they are going to do just what they are threatening to if I stick to the subject another second and blind my mind with panic.

I take a deep breath but instantly regret doing so. That breath was supposed to be intoxicating but it’s exactly the opposite. The air in this hospital is merging with death and the agonized screams of the relatives of the dead who indeed entered the hospital still breathing but never got to get out breathing.

The negative air enters my lungs and pollutes my entire body. Even so I keep it together. I can’t break. If I break there will be no benefit for my queen staying on the board. The game will be over and I will lose. And by any means I can’t lose. I promised Erwin. I. Can’t. Goddamned. Lose.

"Do you know what happened?" I ask, my hands are clasped between my knees and my head hanging between my shoulders, my eyes not leaving the ground even for a millisecond which has been trampled over for who knows how many times since the establishment of the hospital. As I lunge an all-out attack with my nerves to calm them down, though I can feel they are gaining the upper hand anyway.

John shakes his head hopelessly, "The cops are handling the case. They should be here any moment now."

Just as soon as he finishes, a few loud approaching footsteps can be heard through the almost empty corridor of the hospital, clearly not giving two fucks about that it is a hospital. The loud footsteps are hammering into my head, raising an ache. The ache grows as they draw closer. And they stop before me. John stands for the sake of courtesy but I don’t bother. I am the one who helps the country’s economies the most, so it is their duty to salute me, not mine.

"Any news?" John asks eagerly, his lips paper white from the tension and worry.

"He is?" A cop raises an eyebrow, clearly offended that I didn’t show them an ounce of respect as he ignores John’s question. There are a total of four of them standing before me.

"He is Leo Snow." John hastily rasps out.

The cop fall quite for a brief second before changing his I-don’t-give-a-fuck tone to a lick-shoe tone, "Through our investigation, a truck hit the car."

I wince but don’t say a word as John gasps.

"The CCTVs on that road weren’t working since there were some problems in maintenance." The cop elaborates further, "But there were so many witnesses there that we don’t need CCTVs to get a tab on what exactly happened in the spot." He says, his tone carrying a hint of proud. "The road was slippery from the rain last night and when Mr. Warner’s car was driving through the slippery road a truck was moving toward the same direction and the truck’s tiers slipped and it went crashing side wisely to Mr. Warner’s car. People came to help and some of them instantly recognized Mr. Warner and admitted him here."

"Where is the driver?" I ask, my tone is blood chillingly cold.

"Uh," The cop is caught off guard from my question and takes some time to gather his nerves, "The truck driver wasn’t severely injured, and so after taking a statement from him in the police station, we let him go."

"You let him go?" I raise my head and all of the cops and even John shivers as my hollow eyes land over them, "Just like that?" My brows raised high on my forehead.

"S-Sir," The cop in charge of the case stutters, "It was an accident and no one here is to blame for it. How am I supposed to take an innocent civilian in custody?"

I snort, my laugh is laced with mockery and disappointment, "Yeah, what are you supposed to do?" I raise my chin a little to stare dead into his eyes, "So why are you here? To take a statement from the other driver? You don’t need to. Get out."

"B-But it is our job to_" He tries to reason with me but I cut his bullshit.

"Do I need to repeat my words?" I chirp.

The cop hesitates a little before nodding, "If this is what you want sir." Then they spin around and stride down the same path they came through. The sound of their boots hitting the ground as they walk away is almost twice as annoying as it was before.

It isn’t an accident. My guts are telling me that there is no way it is. Why did only that truck’s tires slip when the other vehicles were moving just fine? Even if it did slip then why did have to slip beside Erwin’s car? Then again the CCTVs on that particular road was out of order. And you get almost enough time to clean up your mess. And it is even easier if there is crowd is bending over you and rummaging to help you make a bigger scene then needed.

It was planned and I can almost see who has schemed this grand stage show. The patterns and motives are clear if you think clearly. But as if the fear in my system will let me do that exact thing.

I rub my face exasperatedly. My hair is in total disarray and I have zero intention to fix them. They can stay without someone looking after them but I can’t. I am attached to the man lying on that bed, looking so vulnerable I have never witnessed him to be.

I walk over to the glass window of the ICU. My heart clenches as I see his pulse going up and down on the monitor beside him through the glass window. His head is bandaged and he is wearing an ankle guard. He is wearing an oxygen mask and his chest is rising and falling so slowly that it is almost undetectable.

"Where is Ruth?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the man lying on the bed.

"He_" John starts but gets cut as Ruth interrupts us.

"I was handling the paperwork."