Days. It's been days. Maybe weeks. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the room. The flowers still come. Whenever I ask for the person name, no one answer. Even the doctor. Who it could be? My friends? Or his? But they would've came too....
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
Before I could answer, the door opened.
Valeriya Sokolova—My best friend stepped inside, carrying two cups of coffee. "Hey Elena."
She glanced at Jeremy on the bed and sighed. "Still no change?" I shook my head. Valeriya placed one coffee on the table.
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine."
"That's a lie."
"I said i'm fine."
Valeriya stared at me. Dark circles under my eyes were bothering her. She's always like that. Observing. Making sure her friends are fine. Even when she's busy with her family business she's here. I feel bad for making her worry.
"No. You aren't fine." She said and pulled another chair beside me and sat down. The curtains were drawn, leaving the hospital room bathhed in pale afternoon light.
"I looked into the hospital payments when i came. I want to pay but it was already paid."
What? I freeze. I didn't paid, so how?
"What?" Valeriya asked hesitantly.
I looked at her, "the bills..."
Valeriya look at me. "The bills? They've already been paid. So?"
The room suddenly felt smaller.
"What do you mean paid? The surgery. The room. The treatment. Everything?" She nods.
I stared at Jeremy than back at Valeriya and asked. "Have you been sending flowers in these past days?"
Valeriya shake her head. "No. I just came here as soon as i hear about Jeremy. I didn't get time to send flowers."
I stood so abruptly that the chair crashed onto the floor. "No."
For a second, all i could hear was the rushing sound in my ears. The flowers. The expensive room. The nurses refusing to answer my questions. My hands trembled.
"He did this."
Valeriya sigh, she didn't believe. "We don't know that. Maybe it's the person who was driving that truck when accident happen?"
"Ivan did this!" I shout, my voice cracked through the room. "He almost killed Jeremy and now he's what?? Paying for the bills??? Sending flowers???"
Valeriya immediately glanced toward Jeremy and stand up as well, put her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your voice down. And... You are just panicking. How can he when he don't like Jeremy? Also he never came here so how can we say it's Ivan?"