Page 24 of Love Sick

Misha’s words echo loudly inside my head. I can taste his anger once again. Poor kid, he never stood a chance.

These women are delirious if they believe Jonathan loved either of them. He only loved himself, and as far as I’m concerned, he got what he deserved.

It’s hard to wrap my head around, but I think I understand it all. But there is still one glaring question—why did Alanna give me Misha’s heart? I don’t buy her caring doctor act at all.

Alanna hated Joy and possibly Misha as well because she wanted to be the only person in his life. She saw them as people that could take away his love. And Alanna clearly doesn’t like to share.

I wonder why she killed him then? Or could her story of his heart giving out be true? Is she just a broken-hearted woman who would do anything to revive her dead lover?

“So what happens now?” Joy asks, her trembling voice giving way to her fears.

Alanna mulls over her comment. “Do you promise to not tell anyone about this?”

Joy nods frantically, while I wonder what the hell Alanna is up to now. There’s no way she’s letting her go.

“Very well.” Alanna reaches into her doctor’s jacket and produces a piece of paper.

She walks over to Joy and holds it up for her, allowing her to read over the content. I wonder what it is.

“I sign this and you let me go?”

Alanna nods with a smile.

“Okay, fine. I’ll sign it. I have no use for it now.”

“It appears you’re not a complete idiot, after all,” Alanna says, unfastening the tie around Joy’s wrist.

Joy knows better than to try and take Alanna down and signs along the dotted line. Once the deal is done, Alanna looks at the paper, smiling broadly.

“We did it,” she says, and talking in the plural sense, she somehow thinks Jonathan was somehow involved. But this crazy is all her. “The hospital thanks you for your very kind donation, Joy.”

I shake my head, actually impressed with Alanna’s deviousness. She has devised a ploy that the money Joy signed away is for the hospital, but in fact, Alanna will take it. She’s got it all mapped out.

I wonder what happens now.

“I did what you wanted. Now let me go.”

I sigh because there is no happily ever after for Joy.

She looks at me, her eyes wide in fear when she soon realizes this too. “No, you promised!”

Alanna folds the paper and places it into her white jacket pocket, ignoring Joy’s pleas as she walks over to the table of torture.

“Help me!” Joy begs, but how can I—my hands are literally tied. “Alanna, no! Jonathan wouldn’t want this.”

The moment Jonathan’s name passes Joy’s lips, Alanna growls and lunges for the scalpel. She slashes it across Joy’s cheek, instantly drawing blood.

“Don’t you dare say his name!”

Joy begins to scream and rightly so, seeing as her cheek is now a dangly flap of skin. This is only going to get worse.

“You’re cr-crazy,” Joy sobs, her heavy tears mixing with the blood pouring down her face.

“Am I?” Alanna questions, tapping her chin with the bloody scalpel, deep in thought. “I don’t think that I am. If I were a man, would this be more acceptable? Or what if I gave you some childhood sob story as to why I am like this? Would that be easier for you to accept?”

I listen intently because this is information I could use.

“I do this because I like it. There is no mystical reason behind it.”