~Stranger~: :~ Discontinued
Zorom:
Seriously???? Omg, I had no idea she could look so pretty. What skintone is it?? 3yay
dark_jean:
Hiii Zorom!!! Bella's skintone is by Knightskyknight here at InSim....possibly its the coffee or caramel skintone!!!!!! :D
dark_jean:
A private jet to Buenos Aires was quickly scheduled following the phone call Jack had received two days before. Everyone was much tensed in the Winter household as Jack did not bother to explain his reason for leaving so suddenly. But Rosemary and Jack were looking more stressed than anyone in the house. But nobody asked them about what was happening.
As soon as Jack landed in Argentina, he rushed to a five-star hotel and got refreshed. His driver had been given instructions earlier so that he did not ask any questions. He took Jack to the city outskirts to the medical camp which had been set up there by some voluntary workers. Apparently there had been an accident six months ago and a few who survived the crash were being looked after by Dr. Brian Fuentes and his colleagues.
And it was Dr. Brian Fuentes, whose phone call had brought Jack to Argentina.
“Mr. Jack Winter, welcome to Buenos Aires,” exclaimed Dr. Brian Fuentes, when Jack got out of his car, “I had been waiting for you since morning. You said you will call before you come here.”
“Yeah, I would have but I just couldn’t find time,” said Jack, shaking hands with Dr. Fuentes, “I had to come here directly from the airport. Your call had quite an impact on my schedule, Dr. Foontos.”
“It’s Dr. Fuentes, and it’s a pleasure meeting a celebrity like you,” corrected Dr. Fuentes, warmly, “Please follow me.”
Dr. Fuentes led Jack as he began to observe the filthy surroundings. The medical camp was under maintained as the one-storey buildings around the property seemed like thousand years old and ready to crumble. The volunteers around the camp looked amateur and hot-tempered. Jack began to feel sick as he stepped carefully on the dirty earth beneath him. He was unwise to wear his four grand worth shoes today.
“The funds are pretty low for us now,” said Dr. Fuentes, as they were walking, “It is becoming very hard for us to maintain this camp and we are asking for donations to all the people whom we can approach. You see, the rising prices are becoming very difficult for organization like us to cope up with.”
“Tell me about it,” murmured Jack, coldly, “What is the condition of your treatments?”
“We try to give the best to everyone who comes in,” filled in Dr. Fuentes, “But sometimes we cannot take patients for we cannot afford to keep them. But when the bus accident happened six months ago, we were pretty much without patients then. Most of the people died in the fire, except a few.”
Jack was now listening to Dr. Fuentes’ rubbish talk. He was hardly interested in what was happening in the pathetic medical circus around him. He was interested in the bus accident which happened six months ago in Argentina.
“So the survivors are still here under your supervision?”
“No, two of them died a week after the accident. And one of them left for his own city to get better treatment,” said Dr. Fuentes.
“So how did you come to know about me again?” asked Jack.
“I was in Mexico last week. I just flew in here yesterday,” said Dr. Fuentes, then noticing Jack wincing, he said, “I was in a police station to complain about my lost purse, when I saw the picture of your wife in one of the policeman’s hand. I asked him who was she and he said she was missing for six months and her family were searching for her. And they said that your family thought she might be in Mexico. I told him she was in my camp and about her condition.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Jack.
Dr. Fuentes smiled and led him through a door.
“Maria, what have you done here?” yelled Dr. Fuentes at one of the over-weight nurse who was doodling on the computer. The nurse did not seem to hear him but continued to do what she was doing.
The room smelt very bad, something was rotting in the room. Jack covered his nose and felt even sicker. Dr. Fuentes was removing some beer bottles from the weighing machine of the counter and the nurse finally turned around to notice, who was disturbing her.
“Who’s the chick?” she asked, her tone drawling, as she stared at Jack and smiled.
“Shut up and show some respect to this gentleman,” snapped Dr. Fuentes and hurrying over to Jack, he said, “I am really sorry for the – uh – thing here. They are amateurs. They do not know how to use things properly.” And he hid the beer bottles under the table. Maria winked at him.
“Please come this way, Mr. Winter,” said Dr. Fuentes, and turning to the nurse, “Maria, shift you chair, he cannot get a proper look.”
Maria shifted her chair to make space for Jack. Jack stepped into the space and looked through the glass window. He gasped out loudly.
“I believe she is your wife, Emily Winter?” asked Dr. Fuentes.
And there she was. Emily Winter was lying on the bed peacefully as another doctor was checking her up.
“She has lost her memory in the accident,” informed Dr. Fuentes, “I could not find anything to identify her nor did I get any help from any embassies. None of them could find her in their database without her passport. She was like a ghost. It was lucky that I went to Mexico. Don't you think so?”
They went into the ward and Emily looked at them. She was confused.
“Hello Emily! You remember, yesterday I told you about your name and your family,” told Dr. Fuentes to Emily, “There is your husband, Jack Winter. Do you remember him?”
Emily stared at Jack for a while but did not say anything.
“He has come to take you home with him,” continued Dr. Fuentes, “You will finally remember everything.”
Jack quickly looked from Dr. Fuentes to Emily. His heart was pounding against his chest as her green eyes penetrated his blue eyes as if they had many questions in them. Jack’s mind went blank after that.
Zorom:
:eek:
Thats all I can say.
dark_jean:
Thanks for the comments Zorom ;D, do let me know if the story gets boring at some point of time!!
“And finally the mysterious Winter case comes to a dramatic end. The ‘White Mother’ Emily Winter has been found and she has lost her memory. Apparently, there had been an accident in South America, where she had been for the last few months. Whether she was in someone’s company at the time is impossible to tell as she was found alone in a medical camp. But her return is a very good news for Silverdawn’s most-likely to be the next mayor, Jack Winter. The Winters have forgiven everything and have accepted Emily Winter like before. Her return had been kept as secret but informants had been able to dig out the information from reliable sources.” - Global News Channel
Jack was holding Emily tightly by her shoulder as they got out of the car and walked towards their house. The media had been tipped off before and had gathered around the Winter mansion like a swarm of bees ready to attack. As soon as they got out of the car, there was flashing of cameras, screaming, hustling and bustling of the journalists to get a better view of them. The police was finding it very difficult to manage the crowd by themselves.
Jack was smiling now as they faded questions almost reached his ears over the uproar. But Emily was very tensed and it showed on her face. She was coiling in Jack’s arms as she looked around the huge crowd of journalists who were there to take her pictures.
But Jack slowly directed her towards the house.
The entire Winter family were waiting for them to enter in the hallway. But Beth’s happiness was noticeably the greatest among them.
“Welcome back, Emily!” exclaimed Beth Winter, spreading her arms wide and greeting Emily warmly from the bottom of her heart, “Come to me, my little daughter.”
Emily embraced Beth tightly and immediately felt at home. She looked around everybody. Of course, she did not remember anybody there but they must be her family, she thought.
“I left them for someone else?” thought Emily, looking at the gleeful face of Reese, Jeremiah, Esther. Caroline was the only one who was not happy. Rosemary slowly went by Jack’s side and stood beside him looking at Emily.
“Welcome Emily! Today’s a new day for all of us, so let us forget the past and move forward,” she said, stroking her head gently, “You are very lucky that you have a husband like Jack. Not everyone is so fortunate to have a husband and a family like this, you know. Remember one thing though, the first time was a mistake, but the next time will be a sin, which is unforgivable.”
Emily swallowed as she noticed the irony in Rosemary’s voice. And to put icing on what Rosemary said, Caroline was the next one to get to talk to her.
“So you’re back from the dead, I see? If I were you, I would have tried to bury myself alive than strut around in front of those cameras,” snapped Caroline, and went away towards the dining room.
“Oh dear! Don’t listen to her, she’s just angry at what you had done,” said Beth, showing Emily towards the dining room, “It’ll take some time for her to forget everything. But you are back, that is all what matters to us right now.”
Emily nodded, still confused and extremely embarrassed.
How it feels to come back to the house which you left for someone else, and yet you do not remember what made you leave.
Reese hugged Emily tightly, and said, “I’m glad you are back, Emily. I missed you so much.”
Emily smiled and followed them into the dining room. Everybody was talking to her, except Caroline, telling her little things now and then that could relive her memory. Everyone in the house seemed so happy.
Rosemary and Jack stood by the entrance of the dining hall. They did not join the rest of the family but were talking to each other.
“Keep an eye on her. This time do the right thing, please,” said Rosemary to Jack in a matter-of-fact voice.
“I will and I’m sure my mother will do that as well, even if you don’t ask her.”
“Beth won’t be a problem to deal with,” said Rosemary, looking at Beth, “It’s the girl, I’m worried about.”
“She won’t remember anything. Nothing will help her remember anything here, grandmother,” said Jack.
“Let’s keep it that way then. Then we don’t want to have many things to bury in the ground, right Jack?” said Rosemary, maliciously and looked at Emily from Jack.
Emily stood confused, with many questions in her mind, amidst her family feeling entirely like a Stranger.
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