GEORGE'S POV
I had barely caught up with Miss stead when Ray called my name. I would have asked if he followed me down to the hospital, but he was covered in blood. He did not look like he was hurt, and that just made me confused.
"It was you! It was you!" I heard someone yell. I turned to look and saw that it was Miss Stead. For a brief moment, I had forgotten about her.
"Miss Stead!" I muttered, wondering why she was in such much rage. But then she walked passed me almost as if I did not exist. She charged at Ray, seizing his shirt. She seemed to be blinded by rage. I knew I needed to stop her at that point. Before I could get to her, she had already let go of Ray. She moved away from him and I was relieved by that. I turned to look at Ray wanting to ask him what was going on when I felt this sharp pain on my head. No, it felt like something crashed against my skull, and made me lose control over my body.
"George! George!" I heard Ray's faint voice from a distance, but the hands that held me told me he was closer than my ears could discern. I could hear faint footsteps. I felt my body being lifted and my eyes kept struggling to open up. Then the pains, they were unbearable. My head felt like it would explode. I could feel my brain throbbing against my skull and the rest part of my body felt numb. Probably trying to let me focus on the pain in my head.
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I woke up with a trouble shooting pain that felt like migraine in my head. I struggled to sit up, whilst trying to adjust my eyes to the brightness in the room. Little was I expecting to see the old man standing right in front of me with his walking stick for support. His face was covered in detest. I tried to stand up only to realise I had drip fixed on me. It was then it dawned on me that I was in the hospital. I had been admitted.
Soon flashes of what had happened started coming to me. I was struggling with pains and must have blacked out completely when being carried. Cause I remember I felt like I was being moved around.
"Cousin!" that was Ray. He stood there expressionless. There was no sign on his face that would tell you what he is thinking about. No, he just had this blank look, it made me wonder if we will ever be close again. But then, it was his choice to become distant. He had always been cold and I understand why, but suddenly being cold towards me was something I would never had imagined. Still, he called me cousin today, I don't know if I should be glad, relieved, or just let it go without letting it get to me.
"You should be grateful your cousin is awake now. He got into this situation because of you. You just can't do anything right," the old man said. I noticed from the corner of my eyes as my cousin bowed his head like he was paying respect, but more like an apology. I noticed the distortion in his composure, the disappointment that tainted his demeanour. And I noticed how fast he switched it up, wearing a cold and distant aura.
"I will let you to rest George. I do hope you get better soon," he said before turning to leave.
"The girl!" I called out. That was to stop him from leaving and to get his attention. To think I had forgotten about Miss Stead and only remembered the moment he was about to step out.
He looked at me seemingly unsure of what or who I meant. So I asked him if the girl that attacked him was still at the hospital.
"She is being handled by the appropriate authorities. Now that you're awake, I can decide how best to punish her," he said.
One thing about Ray is that he always makes do of his word. Perhaps it is because he is always trying to prove everyone wrong and meet up the required standards by grand father to become a part of the Grants. But he is, has and would always be a Grant. So, what if his mother was never an elite, nor married to my uncle? Does being an illegitimate child make you struggle up to the family? This is something I was yet to understand. Something I can't bring myself to understand. But unlike Ray, I was fighting to keep away from the family business. Not that the family had anything illegal attached to it, but because I would not want to have a stiff life. But somehow, I was already having a stiff life.
"Was she arrested?" I asked. He didn't say a word. He just left.
"You should rest and focus on getting better. The company would be having a huge event soon," the old man said out of the blue. His statement felt unwelcomed by my conscience. I was hoping it's not one of his scheme to make me a part of the board ruling the company. I would not want to participate in such.
"I am more concerned about the girl I came with to the hospital." I said. He gave me a stern look, but it didn't last. He just muttered something about the room getting stuffy and overcrowded the moment my mother rushed in. She paused to look at him without saying a word. He scoffed and left. I doubt my grandfather actually likes anyone but himself.
My mother walked down to me and asked me if I was feeling alright. She sat down next to me and handed her bag to her personal body guard who had walked in with her.
"I was so worried when I heard what happened to you. It's all because of that bastard," she said. I knew she was referring to Ray, but I just pretend not to have heard her. Defending him right now would require energy, and I lack such. And my mother has always been weary about Ray. But this wasn't Ray's fault. Although I'm yet to know what actually happened, being hit by Kelly was clearly an accident, not Ray's fault.