Hot Night With My Professor

“Jothea… T-there’s blood…”

I immediately looked at her and my two eyes widened when I saw blood running down her thighs. Shit. Did I push her too hard earlier?

I dropped my bag to go to her. I am in a panic and don’t actually know what to do. She is in a pool of her blood. I can’t help but go blank with what I see. Her whole face was covered in sweat. And I blamed myself because of this.

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“I’m here. Shush. Don’t talk. I can’t think right.”

“Call an ambulance,” she advised and I followed her. I tried to find my bag, but I don’t know where I threw it. When I saw it, I quickly took out my phone and saw that the screen was cracked. Fortunately, it was still functioning somehow. I tried to call an ambulance.

It is ringing, and when it connects, I immediately tell them what happened.

“Please, please, we really need help here. I don’t know what to do,” I exclaimed in panic; even my voice was shaking in nervousness. My hands are also trembling with anxiety.

“Calm down, Miss Alvandra. I’ll call the ambulance for you. Tell me your address.”

I gasped when I heard Ismael’s voice. I looked at the screen again. What number did I press and why did I end up calling Ismael? Gosh. I’ve been talking about things because I was in a trance! I thought it was an ambulance!

I couldn’t do anything but tell him our address. He seemed to understand why I called him since he didn’t ask anymore. I was in a real panic.

“Alright… stay there. I’ll be there in a bit.”

I couldn’t appeal anymore when he hung up. Why would he come here? I thought he was going to call for an ambulance. I became more nervous and I lost myself. If I hadn’t remembered that I left Roxsielle there at the entrance, I wouldn’t have been able to come back and support her.

The blood from her is dripping like a river. What the hell is happening? I am literally scared. Even more, now that I see Roxsielle’s face, which also shows fears and struggles. I don’t know what to do. My tears are welling up.

A few moments later, I heard the siren of the ambulance. Finally. I shouted loudly about where we were so they would immediately find where they could see us. They immediately came to us and helped Roxsielle to the stretcher. Their actions are fast.

“Miss Alvandra!” I turned to the man who called me-Ismael; he just got out of his car. “Are you alright? What happened to your arm?” He held my arm, and that’s when I noticed I got a huge scratch that was now bleeding… it must have been what Roxsielle scratched earlier.

“Miss, go inside. We need to take her to the hospital,” said a man from the ambulance. I nodded. I looked at Ismael again to say goodbye to him.

“I’ll follow.”

I hopped into the ambulance. I don’t know how I would feel now that Roxsielle is in front of me and is struggling with pain and anxiety. I should’ve composed myself. I am older than her. I wish I had been patient. I wish I would have been kinder and not let my bad attitude prevail, so things will not turn out like this. I am the sister.

My fingers trembled as I typed Joth’s number. I called him to notify him of what happened to his partner. And what did I receive? Endless shouts and curses. I teared up even more.

I just gave him the address of the hospital where Roxsielle will be taken. I have also sent Joth money so that he has a fare to go. I feel so hopeless.

“Make sure nothing happens to my wife,” he threatened me before hanging up. I bit my lip. I didn’t know this would happen.

It was only a few minutes ago when we arrived at the hospital. Roxsielle was immediately rushed to the emergency room. I was left in the waiting area outside, walking back and forth. I hope nothing bad happens to Roxsielle because if it does, I can’t help but blame myself. If I hadn’t pushed her harder, she wouldn’t have fallen to the floor and been bruised.

My heart is now full of anxiety. This is one of the reasons why I don’t mingle with people: I have done nothing but cause bad things in their lives. The first time, was when I was born, my parents always got into fights because of me. That was because they didn’t want me yet. They don’t want a girl, so they conceived again and brought Joth into this world. And when Joth was born, I almost killed him, because when I was pushing him in the cradle, I didn’t realize that I was knocking him against the wall. I was traumatized. Also to Professor Sybill, because of me, he lost his career as a professor, which might be one of the reasons why he broke up with me. To Roxsielle, who I don’t get to spend time with, but now she’s in the emergency room because of me.

I couldn’t stop thinking; I almost ruined Ismael because of what I did that night. Someone saw us being together and that would cause a big scandal if the school found out. He wouldn’t be in his place and would be concerned about his position if my emotions hadn’t influenced me. It was I who wanted him to vanish when all he wanted for me was to be a good student because that is what a professor usually wants.

I sighed. Maybe that’s why my parents regret giving birth to me, because every time they approach me, something bad happens. I never had a day that I did something good; that’s why people avoid me. Even my family.

Should I stay away from Ismael too?

“Miss Alvandra!” I heard Ismael calling me, who had just arrived in the hallway of the hospital. I just noticed now that he is still wearing his black tuxedo. Did he rush here from Marcus University? Wait, didn’t Dean Dator call him earlier?

“Come here quick!” He shouted, making people around us look at him.

Even though I was surprised, I greeted him. He immediately took my hand before bringing me to a room. I was just surprised to see that there was a nurse there waiting for me.

“Her arm is bleeding,” Ismael said to the female nurse. He pulled me to show the nurse my arm which had dried up with blood. I sat on the bed.

Wait, did he just call me to treat what happened to my arm? But it was nothing compared to what happened to Roxsielle. I need to go to her.

“You stay here first and let her clean your scratch. I’ll talk to the doctor myself. I’ll tell them I’m part of the family.” Although what he said stunned me, I was powerless to resist because he had already left. What is he doing? He doesn’t have to do this.

“You’re lucky with your boyfriend, ma’am,” the female nurse told me excitedly, which was the reason I glanced at her. She is currently cleaning my wound.

“N-no-” I remembered what Ismael said-that he’ll tell them he’s part of my family. So, I shouldn’t be honest with the nurse in front of me. “H-huh? W-why?”

“I will never lie about how handsome he is. Especially now that he’s wearing a tuxedo. Both of you look perfect together, ma’am. Besides, he seems kind and caring. It’s rare to find such a man these days.”

I stared at her. I don’t know why something inside me seemed to be happy because of what she said. Are nurses really like this? If she praises me like that, I’m willing to get injured and get treated by her every day just to hear her compliments!

“You think so?” I asked, trying to hide the smile on my lips. She nodded while giggling. Her smile is so genuine, which brings me a little relief from what happened. I cleared my throat. “Actually, we just got married earlier; that’s why he’s wearing a tuxedo.” I was thrilled, thinking I would be able to convince her, but she looked at my clothes. Oh, no!

“What are you thinking? I’m only wearing this because, you know… well, something was about to happen but was interrupted,” I lied. I even mixed my tone with regret so she would get what I was trying to convey. Gosh. Why am I so delusional? I really made a career out of being Ismael’s wife. What went through my mind and did I say what I said to this nurse?

“Oh, I see. Anyway, you don’t have to worry, ma’am; I’m sure the interrupted event will continue in a most exciting and harder way,” she added as if she were also suppressing her excitement. She even fanned her face.

“Congratulations on your wedding, ma’am. Best wishes!” The nurse said this to me before releasing me. I was amazed; because of her small talk, I didn’t realize that she had treated my wound and bandaged it.

I said goodbye to her and thanked her before leaving the room, but I was surprised to see Ismael at the door. What the heck?