The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 91

Kenna

''Good afternoon, Dr. Anne. You're glowing today,'' One of the nurses say as she smiles at me, making my cheeks heat up at her compliment before smiling back at her; stopping near the counter to write down my latest reports as I gaze up at the television, seeing a robbery happened at the national bank which causes me to frown.

''What is wrong with the world?'' I mutter under my breath.

''Everything is wrong. It's such a shame to live in a world like this where humans are the main cause of destruction,'' Penelope, one of the nurses here replies, her eyes wandering up to the television again before sighing. ''How are you, Dr. Anne?'' She asks.

''Good. What about you, Penelope?'' I respond, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before dropping the pen with the reports; shoving both of my hands into my coat's pockets.

''Restless night with Johnny,'' She chuckles.

Johnny, her two-year-old son has been her main source of happiness after her husband passed away due to cancer. Apparently, she and Johnny always seem happy together to an extent that it makes me want to have that kind of life where I'd look at my son's face and just be content.

Just as I'm about to respond, she continues. ''Babies, toddlers, kids . . . they just suck the energy out of you. So, believe me, appreciate your current situation while you can because once you start popping one out . . . boy, don't let me get started.'' She adds and we both continue to laugh, my head shaking as I agree to her statement.

''I'll keep that in mind,'' I wave at her before walking down the hallway, heading straight towards Albert's room.

My eyes widen as soon as I see an unknown young man with dark brown hair stands near Albert's bed, smiling as they talk about something but as soon as I step inside, they both turn to look at me. The unfamiliar man appears to look quite familiar if I keep on looking at Albert and back at him for a few times which makes me wonder, who is he?

The man takes one hand out from his slacks' pocket before giving me a handshake, in which I accept. ''Brayden Adams,'' He introduces himself, making me furrow at his last name.

''You're—''

He cuts me off, ''Albert Adam's son.''

I remain speechless as I stand in the middle of the room before clearing my throat, ''How rude of me. I'm Kenna Ashton, your father's neurologist. It's just that I've never seen you before but Albert has mentioned you a few times,'' I reply with a small smile plastered on my face.

Albert's son, Brayden, nods his head with his lips slowly curving up into a smile. ''Can we talk outside, Dr. Anne?'' He glances down at my tag before gesturing for both of us to step out of his father's room.

My eyes wander to Albert who keeps on staring at his late wife's scarf as I follow Brayden out. As soon as we're standing in the hallway, he starts to let out a deep breath. ''I'm sure he has told you about my sudden disappearance and I don't blame him, as his doctor, you should know everything that is going on with his life but I had my reasons. It took me years and a lot of regrets but I'm here and I want to be there for him,'' He speaks.

''I understand, Mr. Adams but—''

''Brayden's fine,'' He cuts me off.

I blink a few times, ''Right, Brayden . . . I understand but your disappearance did affect him in ways I can't possibly put into words. He was devastated especially about his late wife, your mother but now that you're back in his life, I'm actually more than glad.'' I reply.

He breathes out and I take my moment to eye the man in front of me, seeing him standing quite tall in his suit and tie, leaving me to believe that he's probably a lawyer or something much more . . . formal with his hair neatly combed to the back but with a few strands out. It doesn't take me long to realise just how much he looks like Albert when he was young and believe me, he stands with a seven.

''I want to be there for him. To make sure that he's happy because that's what he needs,'' He continues to speak, ''Look . . . I'm not the perfect son, I may have lost track of time and I may have forgotten about my responsibility but I want to fix that starting now,'' He adds.

''What are you saying?'' I ask, raising an eyebrow.

''I want him to be discharged with only monthly check-ups. I think he has been at the hospital long enough,'' He replies.

I nod my head, ''There's definitely nothing wrong with that. I'll handle the papers. Give me an hour or two, tops?'' I ask him, wanting to receive other confirmations from the other two doctors that have been attending him for the past years, wanting to make sure that Albert does not have any chronic diseases that would cause any malfunctions or disruptions in his daily life as soon as he is discharged.

''Thank you, Dr. Anne.'' He smiles.

Ten minutes have passed and my eyes are remain staring onto the doors as I sit on the nearest bench, my heart beating fast and my fingers shaking in anticipation before seeing Williams coming out, his eyes show slight amount of relief as soon as he sees me.

I stand up as he starts to speak, ''We need a neurologist. You're all we got,'' He says, leaving me to feel the sudden waves to past through in my body as my legs weaken but I immediately nod my head; knowing that Aidan needs me.

''I'm all you got?'' I ask as we both immediately walk back inside the operating room.

Without even caring, I immediately take my coat off and head straight towards the locker room at the back before taking my clothes off, pushing them away as I change into my scrubs after tying my hair up into a high ponytail. Then, I make my way towards the sink before pressing my leg to turn the water on as I wash my hands with the assigned soap.

Williams remains near the door, ''You're the fastest we can get. I'm sorry, Kenna but he's not in the best condition and you're the quickest option,'' He replies as we both step inside, all of the nurses turn to look at us while the other two doctors are exchanging glances.

One of the nurses walk towards me to get me ready with the gloves and all before letting me walk towards his figure, my heart racing with each step I take but I keep myself strong for him.

''Are you okay, Dr. Anne?'' David asks, my fellow colleague who has been working with me ever since but he's a cardiologist. I turn to look at him and see that he has a concern look plastered on his face which causes me to nod.

''Whenever you're ready,'' Williams add as he stands at the back with David standing by to make sure that his heart's beating normally.

My eyes wander down to Aidan's head, seeing that he is facing the other way, leaving me to look up at the X-ray on the screen; seeing the damage while Dr. Willows—my fellow neurosurgeon waits for me to explain the necessary damage. Even though Willows is very good and an expert in this but as a neurologist . . . there are certain things that I know and he doesn't. He's more into performing surgery for patients with brain tumours and such while I try to diagnose the patient's sudden and certain pains.

''When did this happen . . . '' I mutter under my breath, furrowing my brow at the sight of the injury in his neck.

Willows raises an eyebrow, ''What is it?''

''Anterior cervical discectomy,'' I reply before slowly looking down at Aidan's face, seeing both of his eyes closed as he is breathing with the help of a machine; leaving me to think that the sudden blow to the head has somehow cause a damage to his spinal cord.