“You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re not aware of everything happening around you. If you don’t hear everything I’m saying. Dr. Stanciu mentioned it’s possible for patients in a coma to hear. But what does it matter now? It will all be over soon.”
Chiril stood and approached the window, gazing out at the city that began to glow in the evening light.
“I just need to be patient. Alina wants us to go to the Maldives after… you know. She’s right, we’ll need a holiday after this stressful period.”
Under the bed, Mihai felt anger coursing through every vein. He wanted to confront Chiril, to reveal him to family and authorities. But instinct told him to remain hidden, to gather as much information as possible.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Chiril turned to Larisa again, his voice taking on a harsher tone. “Those documents for the company transfer… I know you hid them before the accident. I’ve looked everywhere. In your office, at home, in the bank’s safe. Nowhere to be found. Where are they, Larisa? Where did you put them?”
He grasped Larisa’s limp hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Because, you see, without them, everything gets complicated. The notary told me without your signature, the transfer of shares could take months. And I don’t have time to wait.”
At that moment, the monitor measuring Larisa’s pulse began to make a different sound. Her heart rate was increasing. Chiril looked at the screen in surprise.
“What on earth…?” he murmured, letting go of Larisa’s hand.
Beneath the bed, Mihai involuntarily smiled. “She hears you, you scoundrel,” he thought. “She hears every word.”
The ward door suddenly swung open, and Nurse Claudia, a robust woman with over twenty years of experience, hurried in.
“Did something happen?” she asked, quickly checking the monitors. “There’s been a sudden spike in her heart rate.”
Chiril quickly composed his face into one of concern.
“I don’t know, I was just talking to her, telling her how much I miss having her at home,” he lied smoothly.
Claudia checked the IV and noted something in Larisa’s medical chart.
“It’s possible she heard you. Patients in Larisa’s condition can respond to emotional stimuli, familiar voices. It’s a good sign.”
“A good sign?” Chiril repeated, trying to seem encouraged, though inside he felt panic.
“Yes, it indicates brain activity. Keep talking to her, it’s important.”
Claudia double-checked the monitors, then left the room, leaving Chiril alone with Larisa and Mihai hidden under the bed.
Once the door closed, Chiril approached Larisa again. This time, his voice was completely changed—gentle, full of care, as if he knew someone could hear him.
“My dear, please get well. We have so many plans together. I love you so much.”
But the monitor no longer reacted as before. Larisa’s heart rate returned to normal.
Chiril looked at the clock and sighed.
“I have to go now. I have a… business meeting. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
After he left, Mihai stayed still for a few more minutes, listening to the regular sounds of the machines keeping his sister alive. Then, slowly, he emerged from under the bed.
Standing beside Larisa, Mihai felt tears welling up. He took his sister’s hand and squeezed it gently.
“I heard him, Lari. I heard everything. I know what he’s planning. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I won’t let anything bad happen.”
Mihai took out his phone and checked something.
“The recording app worked perfectly. I have everything, from start to finish. Every word he said to you.”
He leaned in and whispered in her ear:
“Fight, my sister. Fight to wake up. We have a lot to settle together.”
Then, more to himself, he added:
“And I have a visit to make to my friend, Prosecutor Neagu. I think he’ll be very interested in this recording.”
He placed the small angel figurine on the nightstand next to the white roses and left the room with determined steps, leaving behind only the rhythmic sounds of the machines and new hope for Larisa.
As he descended the clinic stairs—the same stairs Chiril had climbed just minutes earlier—Mihai felt a cold determination engulf his entire being. Chiril’s plan was about to unravel, and the first signs of justice were beginning to emerge.
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