The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)
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The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 30 Jessica's POV

I sat on a flimsy chair, terrified and despairing, an hour had gone with no word from the chopper that had taken Josh. No hospital was yet to claim that they received my husband. It was as if the useless chopper had vanished into thin air.

I was still in my old skiing suit, all sweaty and smelly.

Victor strolled in through the open door, I quickly stood up, and he hugged me. "Don't worry, we'll replace him," he added. I shoved him away from me.

"That's exactly what you've been saying!" I became enraged and screamed at him. Everyone in my immediate vicinity was ineffective.

"Where are your dunderheads? Please tell me they're looking for my Josh!" I yelled at him, but all he said was to relax.

"Relax! How am I expected to calm down?" Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on us but I didn't mind.

Victor sn*tched my arm and dragged me out of the room. "Let go of my hand!" I became enraged and screamed at him.

But he was so angry and was in no mood to tolerate me that when we got outside, he opened his car door and tossed me inside before slamming the door shut.

I waited for him to get into the car before I continued yelling at him.

"Shut up!" he screamed at me "Shut your f**king mouth and let me breathe! Do you honestly believe I'm not scared?"

I remained silent as I inhaled deeply, my gaze locked on his. "I'll take you to the hotel, and you should take a bath because you look awful.

My men are already out there, and they'll be updating me every five minutes!" As we drove away, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I slumped into my chair, clutching my whirling head. I just sat there lost during the entire trip to the hotel.

When we arrived, he assisted me out of the car, escorting me to my hotel room. I remembered how delighted I was to leave the room, and how ready I was to teach Josh to ski.

After skiing, I had scheduled a number of things for us but it looked like we were only headed for disaster.

I took a seat, wobbly on my feet, and inquired if there was any news. Victor gave me a nod and stared at me.

It was past 5 p.m. when I checked my watch. It was about to get dark, but there was still no word on the foolish helicopter.

Victor moved to the bathroom and prepared a bath while I sat in the chair with my hands in my hair. I was uninterested when he yelled my name.

"Jessica, at the very least, take a bath."

"I don't want a bath; I want to see my husband; could you please grant my wish?"

"I'll locate him, I promise you," he replied as he pulled me up and led me to the washroom. He assisted me in removing my clothes and placing me in the bathtub. He grabbed a scrub and began scrubbing my back, irritating the life out of me.

"Get out of here!" I yelled at him.

"I was merely assisting," he explained.

"Do I appear to be in need of assistance, or do my hands appear to be inactive?" I screamed at him while pointing to the door. I hurled the scrub at him as he walked out the door. What an idiot, I grumbled to myself.

I sat back and attempted to recall the events of the day, but I couldn't recall the face of the pilot or the paramedics. If the tables had been turned, Josh would have found me already.

The door opened again, and I was about to say something when Victor announced that they had located the helicopter.

In my enthusiasm, I jumped to my feet, but I quickly observed that he had a sad face. My heart stopped as he stated, "The chopper crashed."

I could see him speaking, but my mind was switched off from his audible voice

"Jessica, Jessica, Jessica!" He shouted, jolting me back to reality.

"Get ready; my men just handed me the hospital where the survivors were evacuated."

"Survivor? Survivors? Is Josh among the survivors?"

"I have no clue, my men are still gathering information; hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car," he replied, worried as he exited the bathroom.

I quickly sprayed myself with water, changed into something respectable, and dashed to the car, where the victor awaited me. My heart was racing so loudly that it was audible through my ears.

"I just spoke with one of my men, and he confirmed that no casualties had occurred," he stated.

For a single second, I inhaled deeply the much-needed oxygen that my body required. I had been depriving myself of oxygen because I had lost hope; I was always the pessimist and had little sympathy for optimism.

"How's Josh? Did they say anything about Josh?" I asked.

"He's still gathering information; he claims that all of the victims are at Hilltop Hospital, so that's where we'll be going," he said

I was quiet, I had a lot of questions but kept them to myself while chewing on my nails. It had been a habit of mine since I was a child.

When I felt apprehensive, I was never one to receive good news. Deep down I had a feeling something wasn't right. That's why I remained silent because all of my thoughts were negative.

My mind flashed back to when I was a teenager and learned that our house had burned down, trapping my parents inside. I was picked up from school by a cop, and when we got to the house, it had been reduced to ashes.

They said a curling iron sparked the fire, which I had left plugged in since my father refused to purchase me the pink dress I wanted for Christmas. I was in such a bad mood that I forgot to unplug it. To be honest, I never cried during the funeral or on that occasion. I received a sizable cheque from the insurance company when I turned eighteen and traveled to Europe

Their deaths liberated and molded me into the person I am today. I had no idea what I'd replace in the hospital or how it would shape me, but I was used to my life turning from oranges to lemons and it was always up to me to make lemonade out of them.

We arrived at the hospital following a long drive. Victor parked the car and opened the door but I was deep in thoughts. For me to snap out of it, he had to beat on the door. We virtually rushed into the hospital as I hurriedly exited. I didn't have time to check my watch because it was already nightfall.

We dashed to the registration area, but the station nurse offered no assistance. She was the sort that made people furious and upset before providing them with the answers they needed.

Before Victor got in between us and commanded me to cool down, I was going to grab her and give her a smack she'd never forget. He tried talking to her, as I walked aside and took a breather. However, a man sitting on the bay heard my screams and recognized me, which was fortunate for us. I

recognized him as he drew closer to where I was standing. He was aboard the helicopter that whisked Josh away. He identified himself as the helicopter's owner, wearing a bandage around his head and covered in scratches.

"I'm David Cameron, and I'm grateful you're here because we've been trying to contact the relatives of the individual we brought here for a long time," he said.

"You fools left me at the ski resort and now you're searching for me!" I screamed at his helpless expression.

"Please accept my apologies, ma'am, but the helicopter was unable to transport more passengers, which is why we crashed."

"Wait, how did you get into this crash?" Victor was the one who initiated the conversation.

He stared at me as he added, "We were overwhelmed, so we didn't allow her to board." I was tempted to slap him across the face, but I refrained. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "My daughter and I were on our way uphill for some anniversary photos when we saw the accident and only wanted to help."

"Where is my husband? Your story is none of our business!" I yelled.

"He's in surgery, and the surgeon was looking for the patient's family members. He stated, "They said something about him needing a life-saving surgery," he added.

I froze, staring just at Victor, who began stammering.

"So, what exactly are you talking about? "What was the extent of the crash"

"When I lost control of the plane, I was very sure we were going to hit one of the hills but I managed to avoid it and only the tail was cut off and we all survived with minor injuries but your son was pinned around his pelvic area," he stated and went on to narrate how they radioed for help and were rescued and brought to the hospital.

Suddenly I felt the room become hot and began spinning. I do not know who's hands but I felt heavy hands hold me from behind as the room went all dark.

By the time I woke up I was so dizzy. I tried focusing my eyes but the stup*d room I was in was so white. Victor noticed I was awake and quickly rushed to me. "Are you okay?" he asked

I simply needed my head to recall Josh, oh my G*d Josh? "What happened to Josh?"

"They're going to call us after they move him from the theater to the recovery room?" he said quietly.

"Theatre?" I inquired, puzzled.

"Jessica, they operated on him," he said as he sat down. I could see him fighting back tears. Victor was usually a tough guy, so seeing him in a like that meant something was seriously wrong. "What is the nature of the operation?" I enquired, but he remained silent. "Victor, tell me about the operation." I inquired. I was already losing my mind, and the tension was getting the best of me. "My son will never have children?" He began as tears streamed down his cheeks. "They couldn't even wait for us to agree to this ridiculous procedure!" He screamed, stood up, and kicked the room's bin, spilling its contents all over the floor.

I just sat there on the bed, perplexed, because nothing he said made sense.

"Victor Please tell me what you're talking about?"

"They claim that a metal crashed his pelvic area and wrecked his testicles, leaving them with no choice but to perform an orchiectomy. They took both of his testicles out," he stated.

I'm not sure if I had too much bad news for a single day but I was unresponsive. I couldn't say anything since I was speechless as he shed more tears, I could only stare at him, speechless. He screamed and slammed the door, "They made my boy impotent!"

The only words that came out of my mouth were, "But... but...," and "But... but...," respectively. I rose from my bed and inquired as to which room he was in. I walked out of the room looking for the specified

room.

After a few minutes, I was directed to the room, which I entered trembling. I was well aware of the significance of having children for him. I approached the bed and glanced at him; his face was battered, and his nose was cut.

He appeared to be taking a nap because he was so relaxed. He had no notion that when he awoke, he wasn't the same man he had been nor was he ever going to be the same.