The CEO's Overpampered Wife.

Aurora had become accustomed to the pain and she had developed a certain numbness that made her feel like she had immunity to pain. So she was sure, it wasn't pain. But wha

as blurry, then she blinked and it became clear. "Where am I?" She asked herself. Everywhere was white and there was a machine beside her, beeping. Was she in a hospital? Her attempt to get up was wasted, because the sharp pain in her right leg made her scream in pain. Just then, the doctor walked in with a nurse behind him. "Don't try to sit up or even stand. Your right leg is in a bad shape. You need to undergo surgery" "Surgery?" That is what Rory would have said if her voice wasn't squeaky. She would have been afraid, but she knew why her voice was like that. She must have been in the hospital and asleep for a long time. "It's okay. You've been asleep for about three days now." The doctor explained and Rory nodded. The nurse holding a notepad, gave Rory a glass of water, which she accepted gratefully, and helped her drink it. She didn't even realize how thirsty she had been. "As I was saying, your tibia is shattered not just from the accident. It's been like that for a while, is what we have noticed. We suggest doing a bone graft" "I know. Can I hold off the surgery for a while?" Her voice was hoarse. "I don't advise that. It's an old fracture. The more you hold off the surgery, the more difficult it would be to heal it." The doctor expected her to show signs of fear, but her dark blue sparkly eyes revealed calmness. It was like she already knew all these things. "Like I said, I know. When can I be discharged?" It wasn't a question. The doctor noticed. She didn't want to have the surgery now. She wanted to leave the hospital, ASAP. "Miss...." "Rory" "Miss Rory, I don't think that this is-" "Doctor, when can I be discharged?" She interrupted him and asked again. This time more techy. "Miss Rory." He called out grimly. He was in his early forties, with grey hair. His hair was gelled back professionally. He seemed like a nice person who genuinely cared. She wasn't a difficult person. But now was not the time for all of that. She needed to do things. She sighed and said placidly, "I know you are doing your job, but I can't stay here for much longer. I'll have the surgery, but not now. Please." The doctor wanted to say more but decided against it. "We'll watch you today and tomorrow and if all goes well, by the end of the week you'll be discharged. Just don't put too much pressure on your leg" He warned her. She was a very beautiful girl. However, she looked malnourished. She reminded him of his daughter. Rory nodded at his words. "Oh and one more thing" He did a check-up. After he was done, he wanted to leave the room. The doctor turned back around when he remembered something important. "An old man brought you here. He gave me his card to give you. He would have stayed, but he had something to attend to" "He was the one that hit me, right?" She asked. "Yes." He handed over the card in his pocket to her. *** The doctor wanted to discharge her by the end of the week, however, she insisted on leaving the next day. She knew about her leg, so she wasn't worried about it. It's just the accident that made it worse. Having been used to it, she didn't dwell on the issue any longer. She hung her back over her shoulder. The bag contained ten thousand dollars she managed to save from the lousy allowance her father had given her over the years. She didn't want to accept it, but for the sake of keeping up her appearance, he gave her an allowance and sent her to school. She sneered. Even the school was a terrible private school that had no facilities and the teachers had no interest in teaching. They didn't even have a teaching degree. Her thoughts were put to an abrupt stop when she sensed something was off. She surveyed her surroundings but saw no one. Strange. She thought. She kept walking, hoping to hail a cab. However, the feeling still didn't wear off. She quickened her pace. Even if she was just paranoid, it's better to be safe than sorry. She cautiously turne