The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 93

Kenna

Dimitri and I sit side by side while we face the two police officers, one a detective and the other an assistant—holding onto a notepad with a pen as I feel Dimitri slowly grab onto my hand, trying to calm me down which causes me to smile up at him, assuring him that I'm alright.

''We're truly sorry for what happened to your husband, Mrs. Ashton. How are you holding up?'' He asks, looking straight into my eyes.

My eyes wander to his every features, wanting to take a closer look—he seems to be around my age or probably a couple of years older and it's quite weird to hear him call me 'Mrs. Ashton' instead of just calling me by my name.

''Kenna's fine,'' I mutter.

''Alright, Kenna. You can call me Irwin,'' He leans forward by placing both of his elbows on the desk before clearing his throat. ''We managed to catch the criminal as soon as he tried to get away but he shot himself before we could even respond,'' He adds, leaving me to frown.

Dimitri shifts beside me, ''He killed himself?''

''Unfortunately or fortunately, I really don't know which. The others are locked up in prison for questioning and for their sentences—you can choose to add more to their sentence if you'd like,'' Irwin continues to speak, glancing up at Dimitri for a couple of seconds before looking back at me.

''I don't want me or my family to get involved. I just want my husband to wake up from coma so that we can get through all of this,'' I reply slowly, ''Whatever you choose to do with those criminals, I want no part in it.'' I add.

Irwin seems to be slightly surprised, ''That's a shock to hear from you, Kenna. Usually, they'd be hiring up lawyers for the criminals to get an awful lot sentence than what they deserve.'' Then, he frowns, ''Your husband's in a coma?'' He asks.

''I'm very sorry,'' The other says.

I look down at my hands as I play with my wedding ring, ''Can I watch the security tape?'' My eyes meet with Irwin, who seems to be slightly surprised at my sudden request before blinking a few times.

''Y—yes, that's possible.'' He clears his throat, ''If it's alright with you, can I pay your husband a visit?'' The way he seems to hesitate at first but the words slip off his lips smoothly causes me to nod my head, feeling tears begin to reform in my eyes before wiping them away.

It doesn't take long for the four of us to walk down the hallway and straight towards his room. At first, a couple of nurses seem to have insisted just how they're not allowed to let us in but I manage to persuade them and tell that it'll only take a little while. Now, we're standing in front of Aidan who seems to be 'sleeping' soundly.

Dimitri stands near me instead of standing near Aidan as his eyes are beginning to water which causes me to grab onto his hand before rubbing the back of it; trying to soothe him.

''What exactly happened, if you don't mind me asking?'' Irwin asks, turning to look at me.

''Anterior cervical discectomy which is why they had to perform surgery to remove the pain in his neck. The reason why he's in a coma is because of the swelling in his brain,'' I clear my throat. ''Easy to say . . . brain trauma,'' I add, leaving me to look back at my best friend, my husband who stays motionless, just like that.

Irwin stands still at his spot while his assistant continues to write the details down on his notepad, leaving me to think that they're obviously running some sort of interrogation but in a more polite, casual way instead of dragging me or Dimitri straight to the police station.

Truth be told, what happened to Aidan is still unsure to me—as of why I asked to watch the security tape so that I can fully determine or comprehend the whole idea in my head. All I can know as a doctor is that Aidan was suffering from a severe blow to the head and it has caused his brain to go through into this state, leaving him motionless, not being able to respond.

It's breaking my heart to even see him laying there with his mouth slightly ajar from the machine that's helping him breathe as both of his eyes are closed while the rest of his body remains frozen. Imagine being someone who had to go into the operating room to find out the exact problem that is going on with your husband or something, it's quite a pain in the ass.

''When can I see the security tape?'' I ask, breaking the silence.

''Tonight at the police station,'' He replies.

Just like that, my head nods in an approving way, letting them know just how eager I am to figure this whole thing out without actually falling apart.

''We'll take our leave, Kenna. Give us a few hours to get the security tape and we'll see you tonight at the station,'' He continues to speak. The way he glances at Dimitri's direction as they shake hands before turning to smile at me, then step out of the room leaves me to think that this is not something to be taken lightly—for what reason, I suppose I barely even know.