Devouring love (2 page)

“Yes, she was really one special woman,” I lied. “What could I do for you?” I asked trying to sound serious.

Merdian Spring took a good look at me and that was a clear sign for me that he thought I was too young to be his doctor. I didn't like this kind of behavior. Why did everyone judge according to other person's appearance? After all, not the age tells if that person was smart. About that said his decisions and my had never been wrong.

“You seem very young,” Merdian said, confirming my suspicions.

“Yes,” I agreed, trying not to sound insulted by his words,” but I was the best in my studies. My recommendations are very good. You can trust me your body,” I put a tiny smile on my face to look at least a bit friendlier.

“Father, I don't know if I could trust her to him,” he said to his father.

Her? I asked myself and glanced at the elder person. He ignored his son.

“I know you are the best, because of that I want you to take care of Miss Melody Watts. She was the major patient of Mrs. Mathew. I hope that you will accept my request to be her doctor.”

Miss Melody Watts, I repeated this name, trying to remember it, but I couldn't. I didn't reach her file in that mountain.

“I didn't read her file yet, sorry. Mrs. Mathew died only two days ago and I didn't have time to check her work. Maybe you could tell me about her diagnose that I could have some kind of picture.”

Mr. Merdian Spring frowned. I wondered if he was mad at me or at his father.

“Yes, of course,” Mrs. Patrick Spring nodded.” Miss Melody Watts has been in coma for two years. All her researches say she is well, but she isn't awake. She doesn't react to people, to cold or warm. She is...like a dead person. Every doctor told us that there is a possibility that she won't ever wake up, but still...”

“She will wake up,” Merdian said in an angry tone. From that I only could understand that she was important to him: maybe his mother, sister or his girlfriend.

“Yes, we don't lose hope that one day she will wake up.”

“Why is she in coma in the first place?” I asked.

“We don't know,” Merdian answered. ”We found her lying on the ground without consciousness. We tried everything to wake her up, but... it didn't work,” I heard pain in his voice.

“No one just gets in coma,” I admitted. ”Something had to happen. If you don't tell me the real reason, I can not promise I will help you,” I said honestly.

I noticed how irritation appeared in his eyes. Merdian wasn't happy.

“Merdian says the truth,” Mrs. Patrick confirmed his son's words. ”We really don't know what happened. Also, none of the doctors could tell us that. It's a mystery for us all.”

I looked at my fingers, trying to understand what I should do. This case didn't sound very pleasingly. A girl who was in coma and no one knew how and why.

“We will give you everything you need in order to wake her up,” Mrs. Patrick noticed my hesitation and decided to remember who he was. I really should say NO to him, but I just didn't want to give them vain hopes. I was good at my job, but still, I wasn't a wander-maker.

“I can't say anything before I would have read her file and see her with my own eyes. I don't want to deceive you,” I said honestly and that maybe did some kind of effect, because Mr. Patrick Spring smiled and nodded.

“We perfectly understand. We will come back tomorrow. I think by then you will be able to tell us your decision.”

I nodded.

“Good,” Merdian snapped and stood up.

His father also stood up. He didn't let his eyes turn away from me and I felt a little annoyed. Although he seemed a nice and smart person, his eyes said that he didn't really like my request to give me some time to realize what they were really asking from me.

“So, good-bye, Mr. Offman,” Mr. Patrick Spring said and walked with his son out from my cabinet.

As soon as the door closed behind them, I heaved a sign and immediately tried to find Ms. Melody Watts file in that mountain of documents. For my luck, it was in the bottom of it. I opened it and a girl's smile greeted me. She was young, with long, white or silver, straight hair. Her eyes were blue like the sky. She was beautiful. I had never saw a person who could be close to her appearance. I counted that she should be nineteen years old now. Her parents were dead and Mr. Spring was her official guardian. She also had a younger sister.

Ms. Melody Watts had been really in coma for two years. Mrs. Mathew did a lot of experience, researches to find out why that girl was in coma. Also, she tried to wake her up using electric shocks, various drugs. But nothing happened, nothing gave any kind of effect.

I put the file on the table and turned my eyes at the window. Those papers told more than I wanted to know. Mrs. Mathew wasn't a stupid person and she did everything what was possible in order to wake that poor girl. But nothing happened. So, what could I possible do?

Now when I thought more about the Spring family, I remembered hearing some rumors about them. They said that two people were killed by the Spring family, because they didn't satisfy their wishes. And now I started to think about Mrs. Mathew. No one really knew how she died. Only that she was found at her home dead.

“What should I do?” I asked myself out loud. I really didn't want to put my head where it could be cut. But still, The Spring had power and money which I really needed.

I heaved a sigh. I need to see that girl.

Melody

I heard a bird chattering outside the window. It hat to be a spring right now. I wanted to be outside, lie on the green ground and enjoy the sun. I wanted to see the blue sky again.

Melody, stop that! I order myself.

I should think about something else and not pity myself for being in this condition. So, I tried to remember how I met Merdian for the first time. It wasn't hard thing to do. I had been remembering that event so often during this two years. I was just holding at that memory so tightly, because I believed that if I forget it, I would never really awake.

That day was cold and it snowed. It was winter. I was seven years old and he was ninth. He was sitting next to the window, holding a red box in his hand. It was a present to someone.

I approached him slowly, wondering who was that boy, why was I with my parents at this huge house where were a lot of people. They all were wearing nice clothes and dancing in a huge room where a loud music was echoing. I was bored and left the room. I came to the second floor and studied all the rooms which were opened until I came inside the room where I found a boy. He didn't hear or maybe pretended not to hear that someone was with him in that room.

I took some steps forward, studying that boy, until I reached the conclusion, that he was gorgeous.

“Hi,” I said in a whisper. For some reason, I found myself scared at that moment, although I had never been a afraid of anything.

He turned his eyes away from the window and let them touch my profile. His eyes were gorgeous as his face. He was a true angel, a true god.

“Hello,” he said calmly.

“I am Melody,” I extended my hand for him to shake.

His eyes lowered to my hand and returned then back to my eyes. He extended his hand and touched mine. It was warm. I didn't want to let it go and how it seemed, he didn't wanted to do that, either. But in the end I pulled my hand and hid it behind my back.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, taking a seat next to him. I glanced through the window. It was dark outside, but many torches tried to fight against the darkness.

“Waiting,” he said. I looked at him. He stared at me, trying to make a mental picture of me in his head. At that moment I didn't really understand what he was doing. After all, I was a kid. He was too, but older. Only now I knew he was thinking, considering his options with me. I knew perfectly that in the human world women were the ones who were smarter, but in the angels' world this position was in the hands of men.

“For what?” my childish voice asked him.

“I will tell you later,” he smiled and extended that red box toward me. I glanced at it. I didn't understand what he was doing. ”Take it,” he said. I frowned and shook my head.

“My parents told me not to take anything from strangers,” I said and stood on my feet. I didn't want to leave that boy, but I had to come down and find my parents. After all, I hadn't seem them for at least a few hours. They maybe were searching for me.

“I am not a stranger, Melody,” he said. ”We are friends now. So, I want to give you a present, Melody,” my name sounded strange when it came through his mouth, but at that moment I didn't realize that, but when I was remembering that scene now, I could perfectly understand that he was enjoying saying my name.

“I should ask my parents,” I said automatically and ran to the door. The boy didn't chase me and I felt sad about that.

I suddenly found myself standing in the doorway, wondering if I really should leave that boy, who was staring at me. His eyes were pleading for me not to leave him. But, for some reason, I wanted to find my parents. So, I left that god alone with that red box in his hand.

I found my parents dancing. They hadn't even missed me. I didn't like that fact. I wanted them to be worried about me, but instead they were laughing, dancing, talking with other people. And when they finally noticed me, they just told me to find other kids and play with them. They didn't even ask me what I had done and how I felt. They just gave me an order which I fulfilled soon. That boy, Merdian soon was next to me, asking to follow him into the game room.

There he tried to give me that box again and this time I accepted it. In it I found a teddy bear. A toy which I loved even now. A teddy bear which was against my face, but I couldn't feel it.

Caspar

I left my cabinet. I needed another cup of coffee, but before holding it in my hands, I needed to see that girl with my own eyes. I walked where her ward should be. I was really surprised to find a guardian next to the door. That girl really was important to the Spring family, because no one would put a mountain to keep a not moving girl in safety. And plus, this all hospital was full of hidden cameras. All first flour was full of security men walking in every direction. So, why the Spring had a man here? Was he afraid that someone could try to kidnap her?

The man looked at me through small splits of his eyes. He didn't like to see me in front of him, asking to let me inside the room and see the patient. But in the end, he moved and I was inside.

The first thing I noticed was that this room was sunken in the silence. Only computers from time to time broke it. And talking about the computers, there were so many of them, recording everything about her body's activity. Suddenly I felt sorry for that girl who was motionless.

I walked closer to the bed too see her. Her hair was longer that it was in the picture, but not that was the saddest thing. Her face was bank. There wasn't any smile. She almost looked like a doll.

I turned my eyes from her face to the first computer's screen. It was showing the heart's work. The curve was...not moving. It was in one line, proving that this girl was really sleeping. She was in a dream which didn't cause any emotions. In other words she was in a bubble which everyone tried to burst. Would I be able to do that? I didn't know.

I looked at the other screen. This one was letting me glimpse at her brain activity, which also was ... not changing, proving that she was sleeping.

Suddenly I remembered about sopor. I read that at first Mrs. Mathew thought it could be a sopor. It was the only explanation why one minute she was awake and other was sleeping. People who were in sopor could sleep for years. They could also not react at what was happening around them, but still, it was possible to wake them up. After all, we weren't living in middle ages anymore. We had many drugs, many computers, many techniques how to cure even a tumor.

I sighed and looked back at the girl, wondering if she could hear sounds and if the answer was yes, how she felt being imprisoned in that body. Two years were a long period. Too long. Although everything was done to keep her body in good condition, it didn't mean that everything would be good with her mind. She could be a prison in her own body and when the time would come to let her free, would she be okay to adapt to this world, to understand it?

I walked slowly to other side of the bed to check other screens and information which they were showing. There were data about her circle...I didn't need to know that. I quickly turned my eyes somewhere else. I felt how my cheeks blushed a little. After all, it was a bit weird for me to know that.

My eyes now were staring at another screen which provided information about her temperature. It was normal. But I knew perfectly that it was not because her body produce enough warm for it, but it was done by drugs and other stuff.

There were also other screens, but I decided that I had already had enough information about her.

She was really a sick person who didn't have much chance to wake up one day. But still, her ... what? Her relatives? Boyfriend wanted to keep her alive, because it was too much for him to see her in a coffin?

I started suddenly wonder what I would do if something like that would have happened to my brother. Would I do the same thing like Mr. Spring or I would face the fact that maybe it would be better to let him die?

I shook my head. No, I didn't want even to consider that option. I didn't want to lose my brother although our relationship wasn't perfect, but still, I couldn't live without him.

I glanced at the girl. She was still laying on the bed without proving that she was really alive. This girl, Melody, seemed so vulnerable. I soon found myself wanting to be one of her protectors, but I still doubted if I could really help her.

“Miss Melody, I am Mr. Offman. I don't know if you could hear me, but I still want to inform you that I am...” and there was my decision,” your new doctor. I will try to help you, but without your endeavour it will be really hard. Therefore, I ask you to help me to help you.”

That was all what could I do.

I nodded to myself and strode out from the room. I had a lot of work waiting for me in my own, new cabinet. I needed to find what kind of other patients did the dead doctor had. Maybe soon a new person would come to introduce himself to me. For that reason I should be ready. After all, I was paid to know everything.