The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

"Hi, Albert. You're a bit cheery today," I say as soon as I step inside his room, the door closing behind me before placing the tray of food onto the table.

Both of Albert's eyes drift away from the television immediately, a smile appearing onto his face-revealing wrinkles on his cheeks. He leans back onto the bed, "I should be saying that to you," He replies as he chuckles.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I place both of my hands onto my hips as I smile, frowning slightly at his respond. He shrugs, pretending not to know anything before taking a sip of his soup.

"The ring shows it all," He adds which causes me to immediately hide my left hand behind my back, out of his sight.

Knowing Albert, he doesn't just have a temper but he's also a cheeky old man. Mischievous, too. He must've heard the other nurses and doctors talking about the whole proposal that happened yesterday... like I said, he's cheeky.

Ever since Aidan proposed, I was and still am the talk of them all. When I was walking down the hall, a few doctors and nurses came towards me started asking me about Aidan. They also complimented my ring and said how lucky I am to be engaged to the 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' of the year.

It's not a surprise that they know about Aidan, he's by far known by almost everyone. One of the youngest CEO to ever accomplish and achieve before the age of thirty; women go crazy for him and men want to be him. Well... some of them.

They won't stop talking about how attractive Aidan was when he proposed and they even showed me pictures which told me they weren't lying. I've looked at Aidan for twenty-years and it would be a lie if I say that, him being attractive has never crossed my mind because he is.

Even though his eyes are plain brown, they are light and beautiful in their own way. He makes himself look perfect that no one would even realise about his flaws. I've known him long enough to know how much he hates the shape of his lips but the feature that he hates most is actually craved by women, the most.

He knows that he's attractive, beautiful or even hot. As they would say but he also knows how much flaws he has. He just chooses to ignore them and flaunt his flawless features.

"You don't have to hide it," Albert continues to say, "Your face shows it, too." The way he says without even looking at me causes me to chuckle, knowing how much he has been the one to cheer me up whenever I'm down or even listen to my problems. Albert, known as short-tempered and even grumpy by others but by me, he's the sweetest old man I've ever taken care of. He knows when people are lying to him because he said he has lived long enough to study the faces of liars and I don't blame him, he's being cautious.

At times, he would tell me stories about his son. He only has one. By the way he would describe him, it shows just how much he loves him with his whole heart and that he misses him because the last time he saw him was when he left to live in London.

In fact, his son has never once came to visit. Truthfully, no one ever came to visit. It saddens me to ever think about him whenever I'm at home, knowing that he's alone in the hospital and just probably wondering about his son, his late wife.

Her name was Helen, described by him as the most beautiful woman to ever exist. He also told me how much her brown eyes haunt him in his sleep which causes him to miss her more than he already has. Sometimes, he would just look out at the window and hold onto her necklace... a necklace he gave her on their first date.

They met back in Texas, at a carnival. He called it as love at first sight because one glance at her, he knew she'd be the love of his life. Apparently, their friends were the matchmakers. They had paired them up during the whole night at the carnival, rode different rides together and even ate cotton candies, for the first time.

She never had them before.

It was hard for them. He was a country boy who had a barn and she was the city girl who came to the countryside just because her grandmother was dying-they knew they were fated together and they started to see each other more often, even without her father's permission.

Things were different back then, as told by Albert All it ever took to confirm his love for her was just by spending time together-they went through all the things that would only appear in movies but it was real for them, dancing in the middle of the street when it was raining and even picnicking in the garden with home-cooked food by him.

After all those nicely spent weeks, he was going to lose her because he was only a poor country boy with no fortune, her father had disagree when he wanted to ask her hand in marriage he wanted to have her forever, as his wife.

Yet, they both loved each other more than anything else in the world. She had ran away with him, left everything behind her when they eloped. It was the best decision in her life and also his... because death was the only thing that separated them. "You know what, Albert. I wish I could've lived in the earlier nineties so that I can see how you were when you were younger," I say and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"I was a very handsome young man," He replies.

With a smile plastered onto my face, "I can tell." Then, I make my way towards him before taking a seat, watching him eat his food as I glance down at his other hand, his wife's necklace in his hand, being gripped tightly.

"Who's the unlucky man?" He asks,

turning to look at me which leaves

me smirk at him as I glance down at the engagement ring. Ever since had it

itan, I can't seem to look away. The way the ring just stares back at me with its own elegancy, I'm left astonished.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask, my voice low and almost inaudible.

All of a sudden, a nurse walks in which causes me to turn around and see that she's currently panting from all the running. I stand up immediately, trying to catch up with the words escaping her lips.

"You're needed in the emergency room as soon as possible," She says in between pants before gesturing for me to follow her. Both of her eyes are looking directly at me as I look down at her uniform, seeing that there's blood splattered across it.

I turn towards Albert, "Tell me some other time." He says and I nod before quickly running down the hall and straight towards the emergency room, trailing behind the nurse.

As soon as we've arrived in the emergency room, I am left staring at someone who has been screaming in pain, immediately making me walk towards him. A couple of doctors are tending to him but according to his injury, he needs to be in operation room, right now. "What happened?" I ask one of the doctors as he's busy trying to stabilise the patient's heart rate. Sweats are forming on his forehead before gesturing for the nurses to take him straight towards the operation room.

"Severe injuries. It was a hit and run," He replies as we both make our ways towards the operation room before someone begins to pull onto my forearm, leaving me standing in the middle of the hallway, looking straight at the previous nurse.

"It's okay, Dr. Mike will be there in the operation room and you are needed to take his place in the emergency room," She says and I nod, making my way back towards the emergency room before glancing towards the amount of patients in here, increasing.

My eyes widen as soon as they landed on a familiar figure on of the hospital beds, leaving me stare at him. Without me realising, I am already taking a few steps towards him before stopping once I realise that I'm getting closer.

His hazel eyes meet mine and we both stare at each other, in surprise. I quickly make my way towards him before seeing that his calf is bleeding which causes me to look back up at him. It's a surprise to see him here... out of the places in the world. "Kenna," He says my name.

"What happened?" I ask, glancing

towards the doctor who is currently doing the stitches. Noah on the other hand is gripping onto the bed as the pain hits him which leaves me trying to hold back my laughter, knowing how much he hates being in pain. He doesn't do well especially when it comes to stitches.