Looking at Death

"Is this how are you going to talk to me?" David asked with the same infuriated tone, and to that Irvyn chose not to respond with anything.

"All right. It must be my misfortune to get this treatment from my own son then." David let out a sigh, while his tone going back to the normal scale.

"That's something you earned yourself," Irvyn spat those words coldly at that man, and turned towards the door. "Let's go."

"W-wait, Mr. Collins!" Irvyn felt a tug on his sleeves, which made his steps halt. And when Irvyn stopped and looked back, she asked, "You go and bring those reports from the hospital. I can stay and wait for you here."

"Did you just not hear what I said just now?" He roared out once again, making Yvette flinch. "Didn't I say you don't need to talk with this man over here?"

"But I want to! And don't tell me you would make me stop to do the things I want to do, Mr. Collins," Yvette glared back at him, eyes straight on his. She didn't know exactly how bad is his relationship with his family, or for how long. But since she is here, and for obvious reason David Collins wanted to talk to his son's bride, there is no way she could avoid it.

"You are trying to go against my words?" Irvyn dropped that question, the monotone in his voice screaming out the anger he was feeling, showing the eerie coldness in his eyes.

"I am just trying to make you help someone who should get assisted by his reports delivered, that's all." Irvyn could see how determined she looked. And this much he knew about her, she really lives the way she wants to. Even in the toughest situation, even if she is stuck with a problem made by others, she would live by it only in her way. So there really wasn't any way to talk her out of this.

"Do as you wish," Irvyn shook off the arm he was grabbed on, and left the study with a loud slam on the door, making everyone else present here realize exactly how pissed off he was.

Without any second glance anywhere, he stormed off the house, and got in his car. "Samson, drive to the City Hospital."

"Sure, sir." Samson was really taken aback by the sudden arrival of his boss, and his shock increased when he was asked to drive to the city hospital, which he never visits. His driver knows at least this clearly, how much his boss hates the gathering a hospital can have, and City Hospital surpasses every limit of it. Samson tried to figure out if Irvyn had any discomfort or was injured anywhere. But by the look of it, he doesn't look like he got anything else on him beside anger on his face. Samson wondered what angered him once again, then he noticed that he had been driving only his boss. His wife wasn't here. But as if he could ever ask him that, or else he would be fired this instant for talking while he should be focusing on driving, so he kept those questions to himself.

Soon, the car rolled towards the big city hospital in the Westford City, and even though it was night time, the area was bustling with people, as usual.

"Wait here until I come," Irvyn got out of the car, and rushed towards the hospital entrance after slamming the car door.

"Sure," Samson gave a slight nod at him, which probably Irvyn didn't even notice, and slowly drove towards the parking lot.

Upon entering the hospital, Irvyn went straight to the reception desk. As soon as he stood there, the reception lady noticed him and let out a gasp before coming closer. "Good evening Mr. Irvyn Collins. May I be any of your assistance, sir?"

"I am here to collect a report for my father," Irvyn stated, while his eyes were far away towards the elevator of the hospital. He noticed nurses taking those critical patients on a stretcher, shouting meanwhile to clear the area. Strangely, there is a huge rush of patients, particularly at this hour. And those patients flooding in either had a big injury on their head, or any other parts of the body.

"Mr. David Collins, yes? Please just wait a little while in the VIP resting room while I'll look for it." The receptionist politely bowed before talking to another nurse to bring the reports.

Irvyn looked around himself a little, until the sign showing the way to VIP resting area caught his eyes. It was in the same direction as the elevator, probably a bit ahead after crossing it. He wondered if he should really go there or just wait for it here.

"I certainly don't want to go to that crowded side," Irvyn pushed his tie a little bit down, while watching the nurses doing their work busily.

But then suddenly, a loud cry reached to his ears, making him turn back to the exact same direction he turned his face away from a while ago. He saw a woman crying out loud, while running along with a few nurses carrying a stretcher. Just then, an unknown energy pulled him towards that stretcher, and curiosity to see the patient panting hard on there kept increasing in Irvyn.

"No, I am doing it again. Stop. Stop it, Irvyn!"

Irvyn shouted out loud in his mind, but his body didn't seem to listen to his heart, as he kept walking toward the woman. And as those nurses stopped just before the elevator, he soon was standing beside them. His eyes fell on the man, who was heavily panting, trying to breathe as much as he could. And with that, the huge wound on his chest was getting ripped open more and more. It was scary to look at how badly the blood was pooling out, but he kept looking at the man fighting for his life.

But it wasn't long when that struggling unknown stranger's eyes rolled over towards Irvyn, looking at who knows what in him, or even at him at all, and with a loud gasp getting out of his mouth, his face distorted into a pained look while his last breath went away.

The woman broke into the fits of tears, punching her chest hard out of agony. And looking at the moment suddenly changing its course, as the man agonizingly passed away while struggling with his life till the very last moment, Irvyn kept blankly staring at the death. And that's all he remembers.