The Amnesia Alibi Chapter 2

"The patient's leg bone is severely displaced and needs surgery. Who is the next of kin?"

"Me."

Julian's instinctive answer froze the room.

Sienna gritted her teeth: "Julian, did you hear wrong?"

She squeezed out a smile: "The doctor asked for family. You aren't."

"Need a signature? Give it to me."

She glanced at me: "Her father is in jail, mother ran away long ago."

"I should be her oldest friend. I'll sign."

Actually, not just the oldest, but the best.

Since I chased away the bullies blocking her with a broom, we were inseparable.

Fifteen years.

We shared homework answers, cried and laughed over the same movies.

Shared door codes, clothes in the closet, and family matters I never told anyone else.

I had no defenses against her.

Didn't expect to share the same man today.

I found it ridiculously funny and reached out to the doctor: "No need. I can sign myself."

The consent form passed Sienna's hand.

Her face didn't look good.

"Doctor." Julian suddenly spoke.

"Is her amnesia curable?"

My hand holding the pen stiffened.

"The patient has a concussion..."

Before the doctor could finish a sentence.

Sienna cried out in pain: "Ouch—"

Julian's attention was instantly hooked.

"What's wrong?"

He bent down to look at Sienna's broken heel, frowning.

"Slippery in the rain. Don't wear heels next time."

The concern was so familiar.

He picked Sienna up and placed her on a nearby chair.

Squatting down, he gently took off her shoe, wiping the mud spots off her foot with a wet wipe.

I scribbled my signature, pretending my soaked clothes from falling didn't exist.

Only the leg pain was impossible to ignore.

Sienna shook the man's arm coquettishly.

"Go buy me a pair of shoes, okay?"

"Mn."

Julian stood up, glanced at me lightly, and turned to leave.

The doctor closed the door. The air was so quiet only the rain outside could be heard.

"Hazel."

Sienna spoke, tearing the last shred of peace.

"Don't blame me."

"Julian deserves better. I have the right to fight for what I want."

I didn't speak. The rain was too quiet.

Couldn't cover the pain of the wound.

Sienna wasn't done. She counted one by one.

"The bag you wanted him to bring from Paris isn't out of stock. It's in my closet."

"His phone password and wallpaper changed from your photo not to look professional, but because I asked."

"Last month on your grandma's death anniversary, Julian wasn't on a business trip. He was with me at a concert."

"And the house the Vances are looking at. It's not for you."

Every sentence was a nail hammered into my heart.

She didn't let me go. She touched her belly gently.

"I'm pregnant."

"Julian wanted to find a good time to tell you. I think today is perfect."

I was nailed to the spot.

During the breakup scare at the beginning of the year, I lost a child.

Just because Julian said one sentence.

"Hazel, it's not the right time."

Rain tick-tocked. My tears surged.

I blurted out: "Shut up! Get out!"

I raised my hand, pressing my leg hard.

Too painful.