Tempting The Billioanire

I woke up to the beeping of the IV as the drip passes through my hands.

I did not understand where I was or what I was doing here, but one thing I did know was that I was in a hospital. How I had gotten there was what I could not remember. The nagging headache discouraging me from trying to think deeper.

A man came in, putting on scrubs and one look at him, I knew he was a doctor.

I tried to speak, but my throat felt numb, scratching the surface of my tongue, the hurt causing me to keep quiet. He looked at me with a small smile before saying

" You have been asleep for too long so it's normal that your throat might feel a bit uncomfortable than normal. I would pour you a glass of water and then I have some questions I would love to ask you" he said.

Because of the mortification I felt with my voice sounding horrible, I decided to keep silent, nodding instead to show that I understood him.

He grabbed a glass of water from the table I had not noticed before and handed it over to me.

It was at the moment I saw the water that I realized just how thirsty I actually was.

The whole glass was gone in just a moment and I felt instant relief in my throat, as though it had brought it back to life.

" I supposed you feel better now?" He asked.

I tried speaking again.

" Yes" I said, glad that my voice was back to normal.

" Do you remember anything from two days before?" He asked.

I strained my memory to think for a while.

And slowly it all started coming back to me.

The phone call, me crying my eyes out as I drove, the huge trailer that came out of nowhere and sent me driving straight into a tree.

That was the last thing I remembered until I showed up here.  I had been in a fatal car accident and somehow, I had survived it.

My face paled at the thought of that.

What call? Who was I talking to on the phone that had me so distracted that I had let the wheels slip out of my hands?

I could not remember that little bit.

" Thankfully, you are okay and just gained a few scratches. You would be able to move around and it was dangerous when you were in coma but seeing that you are out now, I can tell you for a fact that you would be fit to leave here tomorrow." He said, beaming at me.

A sick bile rose up in my belly at the question I was about to ask.

" And what about the person driving the truck?" I asked him.

His smile faltered a bit and he sighed, taking off his glasses and wiping it before putting it on back.

The bile only grew.

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