The Witch and the Playboy [Completed] [English version]

JAKE'S POV

I'm now standing in front of the private room door where Dad is currently confined, reluctant to open it—hands are shaking, heartbeat is racing.

I have no idea how he's doing at this very moment.  My instinct tells me that it has something to do with alcohol. 

"How worse?" is the question. 

I'm scared to call Mrs. Danvers' back who has already left me 21 missed calls, scared of the dreadful possibilities. I could just imagine a ventilation machine, cardiac monitor, and all those apparatuses that are attached to critical patients.

 What if he's comatose? Or worse, there's a blanket covering his...body?

I take a deep, anxious breath before finally lifting my hand to knock.

"Come in!" 

And there goes voice! Oh, thank fuck he's conscious. I could feel my eyes swelling with warm relief.

I finally push the door open and find him sitting on the edge of the bed while eating a banana and egg. 

What a combination, Dad.

There's a bandage wrapped around his head but he looks totally fine.

I glance at the TV screen and my eyebrow automatically rises at the movie that he's currently watching; Frozen.

"What happened to you?" I softly ask.

His eyes are fixed on the TV as he answers my question in a nonchalant way. "It's just a minor head injury. I'll be discharged tomorrow."

I narrow my eyes and fold my arms in front of my chest. "Head injury? What did you do?"

I wait for a whole dreadful minute for him to finish chewing his food before he finally answers me, "It's just an accident,"

"No, Dad. What happened?" I give him a stern look. I have a feeling that it was not an accident.

He sighs and sets his food aside on the tray before finally meeting my eyes.

"Fine. I banged my head on the wall, just for fun you know, then I lost consciousness." he ends his sentence with a bitter laugh, which crushes my heart.

Seriously, I don't know what to say now.

His face suddenly dims as he adds, "I just thought I would finally come back to my senses and start forgetting about her, you know."

My hands form into fists. "Do you really think she's still worth it?"

"Maybe she'll feel sorry for me and come and visit me here?" He avoids my question instead.

I can't believe that I'm talking to one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. 

And all because of that woman...

He's really borderline desperate. 

"Dad, Mom is gone. She's not the woman that we used to know anymore. You have to fix yourself, and your life. You're a doctor for fuck's sake. Thousands of people need you!"

It's a good thing that he was admitted to another hospital or else, he'll be the talk of the town.

He heaves another sigh and listlessly drops his back on the bed. 

"Maybe it's my fault after all," he grumbles under his breath.

"Seriously, Dad. I almost flew my way over here, worried as fuck about what could have happened to you, and you actually just hurt yourself for fun?"