Husband With Benefits
Chapter 141: A Friend Or Foe

Chapter 141: A Friend Or Foe

Erasmi Frost lay still on the sterile, white hospital bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if it held the answers to a decade of silence. The hum of medical equipment and the faint echoes of distant footsteps were the only sounds that permeated the otherwise silent room. His body, once full of vitality, seemed like a mere shell of its former self. The soft beep of the heart monitor provided a steady rhythm while a lone window in the corner of the room, allowed a sliver of daylight to pierce through the thick curtains, casting a feeble glow on the linoleum floor. It had been the same each day for the past many years.

Today, however, something was different. Erasmi’s eyes, which were usually clouded with years of desolation, flickered with a glimmer of consciousness. It was as though a dormant ember had sparked to life within him. Many memories seemed to dance in his mind, the wild abandoned laughter of a young woman being at the forefront.

Erasmi took a deep breath as if savouring the air he had long neglected. The silence hung heavy with anticipation in the air. His gaze moved slowly, taking in his surroundings, pausing on the picture that lay beside his bed, of all of the brothers standing around their grandfather. His eyes narrowed and his fingers clenched.

Summoning strength that had long lain dormant, Erasmi’s trembling hand reached for the bed railing. For the first time, he felt the need to move, to see the world that he had long left behind. The cold metal provided an anchor as he slowly manoeuvred his body into a sitting position. A wave of dizziness swept over him, but he clung to the edge of the bed, steadying himself.

"Get up, Erasmi," a whisper echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of a time when voices other than his own resonated within these walls. "Erasmi, you’ve been here long enough. Won’t you come to me now?"

Summoning every ounce of strength, Erasmi shifted his weight, attempting to move his legs over the edge of the bed. The sudden movement caused him to tire easily and he almost fell back. But he refused to give up.

The muscles, unused for years, protested like rusty gears finally set in motion. A tremor coursed through Erasmi’s frame, but determination glinted in his eyes.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Erasmi’s feet made contact with the cold floor. The stark silence amplified the echoes of his own heartbeat, the only sound that accompanied his solitary endeavour

In that moment, Erasmi Frost defied the boundaries of his self-imposed exile, alone but resolute. He was about to stand up and take his first step when the door opened and a figure rushed in," Mr Frost!" The nurse almost screamed startling him and making him pause.

Erasmi turned his head and glared at the nurse, startling her. She had long been used to this patient laying there, not saying anything. Feeling his sudden glare almost gave her a scare as she quickly bowed, "I am so sorry, Mr Frost. I was just startled. Let me call the doctors and the physio therapists. I will be right back. We’ll inform CEO Frost as well..."

"Stop." Erasmi rasped, his voice scratchy from not being used for so long

The nurse paused in her steps and looked at the man questioningly. She realised that she should first make sure that he was comfortable..."I’m so sorry. Do you need something, Mr. Frost? A sip of water..."

Erasmi slowly shook his head, pausing to organize his thoughts," Don’t. Tell. Anyone. Yet..."

The nurse paused at that. She wanted to question the patient, but dared not. Previously, two nurses had been blacklisted because they had disturbed the patient. If she dared to argue with him and cause the man some harm, she might be next. Nodding her head, she quickly agreed, trying to find a way to hurry out of the room... "Then I will call the doctors. I will also inform then of your wishes.

Erasmi nodded and as the nurse backed away from the room, he slowly slumped back into the bed, his strength depleted. In his hand, however, was the picture that he had taken from the side table. He stared at the picture for a long time before his fingers tightened around the frame, the edges digging into his palm.

His gaze remained fixed on the photograph, the faces frozen in a moment of familial bliss. Yet, instead of warmth, a storm brewed in his chest. The memories that had sparked to life now fueled a fire of resentment and unresolved grievances.

As he lay there, the room felt smaller, the walls closing in on him. The whispers in his mind grew louder, the voice of the past urging him to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his. His eyes bore into the image, the chatter of his brothers echoing in his ears like a cruel taunt.

At that moment, it wasn’t weakness that trembled through his limbs but a seething anger.

With a sudden burst of frustration, Erasmi’s arm swung out, the picture frame propelled through the air. It collided with the opposite wall, the glass shattering into a cascade of shards. The sound reverberated through the sterile room, a stark contrast to the usual silence.

A mixture of emotions flashed across Erasmi’s face—anger, sorrow, and a hint of satisfaction.

As the nurse returned with a team of medical professionals, Erasmi lay reclined on the bed, his countenance now an impersonal mask. The nurse, with a cautious demeanour, approached him, her eyes flitting between the broken glass and the man’s expression. ""Are you alright?"

The man slowly nodded his head and was soon surrounded by the ecstatic doctors...

It was only the shattered photograph that lay as evidence of a prelude to a Chapter where Erasmi Frost would rise from the ashes of his own despair.

Whether this return would prove to be a blessing or a curse to his brothers only time would tell.

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