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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 im 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 find


    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 rx.


    “Rx! 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 mming 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.


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    “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 cing 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 exined.


    “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 urred,” 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 ims 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 shed 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 asion. I received a sizable cheque from the


    insurancepany 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 find 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 andmanded 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 rtives 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 ept 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 p 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 ident 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 ne, 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 be 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 im 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


    mmed 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 nced at him; his face was battered,


    and his nose was cut.


    He appeared to be taking a nap because he was so rxed. 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.