5. Sinister Glares
Aubrey returned to the clinic and sat on the bed. She ran her hands through her hair like she'd regretted her actions.
Deep down, she knew she felt a little peccant, but for someone like Aubrey, who valued her well-being and studies above everything, she'll never feel any remorse for having done what she did.
What if she wasn't brought to the clinic on time? What if her condition gets worse? What if…
She couldn't stop thinking of everything in the worst-case scenario.
To think that she once had a great crush on him and was ready to find him the moment she returned made Aubrey feel squeamish.
"How did she fall for a guy like him?" She thought.
'I might have been too naive and stupid to have thought of him differently,' she thought to herself.
Aubrey was getting lost in her thoughts when she heard the sound of the door opening. She looked up to see a doctor dressed in a black suit and a lab coat over his suit, with two nurses accompanying him.
She recognized him at one glance—it was her doctor, Dr. Fredrick Peterson.
He was a young doctor whom her dad had assigned to take full care of her medical condition.
"Why is he here?" Aubrey thought confused.
No matter how much she preferred her new doctor, she hated what he always came with in his briefcase.
Injection.
Her worst nightmare. For some unknown reason, Aubrey hated the sight of injections.
It scares her a lot, and seeing the sharp edge of the needle piercing through her skin makes her feel dizzy.
Doctor Fredrick, got to where Aubrey was sitting. Without a word, he made her lie down on the bed and inserted the IV drip in her hand.
"Thankfully, they performed CPR on time, or else your life would have been in danger, not like it isn't right now."
He commented, but she paid deaf ears to it as she looked at the walls in front of her.
Doctor Frederick stared at Aubrey, examining her expression. He then mixed some medicine and injected it into the drip.
Aubrey, who was expecting to feel the usual sharp pain, turned to look at him. He smiled but didn't say a word to her silent question.
"I'll be leaving. The driver will come to get your things once the drip is over; you don't have to attend lectures as of now. Your health should come above everything else," he advised, and she reluctantly nodded.
The moment the doctor stepped out of the ward, Aubrey sat upright. She was feeling sickly, but despite that, she wanted to study.
It was like something was pushing her to go and study.
Aubrey sighed, and she picked up a random book that was placed on the table beside her and began reading.
Nancy and Stacey poked their heads through the door. Both girls were surprised that Aubrey was still awake.
They just decided to check back and see how she was doing, but they didn't expect to see her awake.
With a sharp and fierce look, Aubrey snapped her head towards the door. They almost shivered at how cold and expressionless she looked.
"She's the real weirdo; all the others are fake," Nancy muttered.
"That's right, truly weird," Stacey agreed.
"What do you want?" Aubrey asked. She closed the medical magazine and then straightened her legs, which were covered with a quilt.
"We want to…"
Stacey was still talking when Aubrey rudely cut her off.
"I'm fine, so you both can leave," she snapped.
Aubrey wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone. She just wanted to calm her mind and find some inspiration in the book beside her.
"You can't just speak to us like that, okay? We freaking saved your life here. You could have been placed in puddles of mud by now if it weren't for us," Nancy retorted.
"You saved my life? How much do you need? name your prize," she mumbled, daring with her eyes for them to retort.
The two ladies were extremely displeased. Did they think of it the wrong way? Didn't she deal with Natalie for misbehaving with her? Is she also a bully like others?
"Please leave, I need some space to gather my thoughts," Aubrey said, and they immediately left as if they couldn't accept breathing the same air as her.
Seeing that the room was empty again, Aubrey smiled to herself. She kept the book aside and brought out her phone.
"Darn it, Dysha, that was atrocious. I'm afraid they're going to hate me." She muttered, and Dysha giggled.
"They won't, Aubrey; you need to stop being kind-hearted, especially in a school like that.
Imagine what your stupid crush has done to you; I wish I could break his head and see if he has a brain."
Dysha complained, and Aubrey quirked her brows.
"What aren't you telling me, Aubrey?" Dysha confronted her.
"What am I not telling you? Nothing. I just keep wondering if what you said will ever come through. Can I change a school like this?" She asked, looking slightly lost in thought.
"Of course, Aubrey, you can; I believe In you, and why are you losing your confidence and composure? You're never like this."
Dysha asked as she noticed Aubrey's expression via video call.
"I don't know why, but ever since I returned yesterday, I feel something... I just can't shake off the feeling of unease in my heart."
Aubrey was hesitant as she spoke carefully.
"I feel as if I'm missing very important knowledge. It's like there's something I need to know but I'm not allowed to know.
And remember I told you about feeling like I'm being followed back then in Singapore?" she asked, and Dysha immediately snorted.
Aubrey was an overly sensitive person. She could detect things faster than normal, and the moment she felt like she was being watched, she told Dysha about it.
But Dysha dismissed it. She told Aubrey she was overthinking things and she should let go.
However, at this moment, Aubrey could tell she wasn't overthinking. She could feel the sinister glare of someone who seemed to be watching her every action..But who could that be?
She doesn't remember ever offending anyone before. She had always been the girl who made her parents proud. So why would someone be after her life?
"Ooh, Aubrey, there you go again. It's been only a day in Mexico and you are already thinking this way. Did you miss me that much?"
Dysha teased, and Aubrey chuckled.
"Miss you, my ass," she said, and they interacted a bit before hanging up on the call.
Aubrey looked at the window with a deep expression—was she thinking too much? She hoped so; otherwise, what was she going to do?