The flight back to Canada was quiet. Oliver and Bethany sat on either side of the plane. They separated Ben from me. They ignore each other and just utter weird snarky comments.

We went back to Canada, but I don't know how long this feud between Oliver and Bethany will last. This will delay me and Ben leaving.

When they fight, they will separate the two of us. I just need to focus on what's important: I'm leaving the island.

We landed at a Canadian airport. Oliver handed me the dark sunglasses. We stepped out of the plane and several staff members were moving our luggage off the plane. A worker drove Oliver's car in front of us. He got out of the car and handed the keys to Oliver.

"Get in the car," he said to Bethany.

"No," she said.

"Beth, let's have a good talk," he said.

"Nope." She shook her head. "I'm not going home with you. We have nothing else to talk about. ”

She ripped the ring off her finger. She threw it at Oliver, and it bounced off his chest. He tried to catch it, but he didn't, and it fell into an overgrown area.

"You're overreacting," Oliver said. He reached out to grab her, but she took a step back. He lowered his head and bit his lip. "Come on, Beth. Please, don't do that. ”

"I call a taxi," she said. "Let's go, Ben." She turned to speak to one of the workers. He nodded, grabbing two bags from the trunk of Oliver's car. He pushed them into the building. Bethany looked at us with teary eyes and walked away.

Ben's face turned pale. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't. He turned and followed Bethany into the building.

"Get in the car, Diana," Oliver said.

I nodded and sat in the passenger seat. Oliver landed on his hands and knees, searching the grass. I looked at the steering wheel, but the key wasn't hanging from the ignition as I had hoped. I searched around for the driver's seat, but there was nothing.

Oliver returned to the car. I straightened up and fastened my seat belt to my chest. He got into the driver's seat. He tossed Bethany's engagement ring into the cup holder.

He silently drove us back to his house. He gave me a strange look, but I didn't notice because I was so focused on staring out the window. I tried to remember the way out of Oliver's house.

"Wait for me," Oliver said as he pulled into the driveway. He walked around to me in the car and opened the door. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the car. My hands wrapped around his wrists and I gritted my teeth.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

He dragged me into the house by the hair. My scalp was hot and I grabbed Oliver's hand. My foot stumbled as he pulled me down the stairs to the basement. I reached for the railing, but Oliver grabbed my wrist with his other hand. He pushed me to the floor. I screamed when I blocked it with my elbow. My arm hurt and tears filled my eyes.

"Diana, what are you thinking?" Oliver asked. I looked up with a blurred vision and saw Oliver towering above me. I folded my arms over my chest and rolled over and lay on my back.

"I'm sorry," I cried.

"How many times have you done that?" He asked.

"What?"

"How many times have you slept with Ben?"

"Just that once. Only that night. ”

Oliver took a deep breath. I put my hand on the floor and the pain spread to my arm. I hissed and pushed myself up with my other arm. Oliver's eyes widened as he knelt.

"Let me see your arm," he said.

"No," I said.

I tried to push myself away from Oliver. He grabbed my arm and pressed my leg with his knee. I closed my eyes tightly as I pressed his fingers against my elbows.

"Bend your elbows," he said.

I clenched my fists and bent my arms. A sharp pain swirled up my arm. I put my hand in and out, warm tears streaming down my cheeks. "Good," Oliver said. "It's not broken, it's just bruised."

He pulled me up. He kept his arm around me. We walked into my room. He helped me sit on the edge of the bed.

"Stay here," he said.

He left the room. I twisted my body, trying to look at my throbbing elbows. The skin has not yet changed color. Oliver went back to my room and placed the suitcase next to me.

"Need me to help you change your clothes?" He rushed out of the room and slammed the door.

I rummaged through my suitcase. I immediately changed into a set of pajamas. I shuffled through the hall and into the room with the TV. I collapsed on the couch and grabbed the remote. I searched various channels until I found the message.

Ben was my ticket out of trouble. He has built trust with his teachers. But now all could be gone. If Oliver and Bethany get back together, they won't trust Ben by my side. I can't rely on Ben anymore.

I have to hope that the outside is still looking for me.

News anchors jokingly talk about feuds between celebrities. The screen switches to the weather forecast, and then a man talks about the traffic situation in a helicopter. Every story passed, and my heart sank to my chest, but none of the stories were about me.

I couldn't stand this disappointment any longer. I got up from the couch and walked over to the bookshelf with a book in my hand. I rummaged through them and grabbed a bunch of black and white films. I put one in. I put a stack of movies on the coffee table. When I got back on the couch, I wrapped myself in a blanket. I tried to ease the worries in my mind and leave my mind blank. I was just starting my second film when I heard the stairs creaking.

Oliver walked into the room. I didn't recognize him at first. I'm used to seeing him in a cleanly cut dress shirt and pants with a lab coat over it. Now he shuffled into the room, wearing sweatpants and a stained T-shirt. He had a bottle of beer in his hand. He tossed the pizza box onto the coffee table. He sat down in a chaise longue and stretched.

"Have you talked to Dr. Phillips?" I asked. "She won't answer my calls." He took a big sip of beer. "You've really screwed this up."

"What did I do? And we have not deceived you. ”

Bethany cheated on him with Ben, but I knew to shut up.

"You're embarrassing us," Oliver said.

"Then why did you two break up?" I asked.

Oliver shrugged and took another drink.

"You have to call her all the time," I said. "She'll get over it, but you can't give up."

"So you can see Ben again?" He asked.

"Nope." I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "You look miserable. I just want you to feel better. ”

Oliver chuckled and took another sip of his beer.

"Beth isn't going to make me feel better," he said. "I don't need her anymore. I've got you. You will help me. ”

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I hope you really spent all your time studying. You'll need it tomorrow night. "You're not going to have surgery already, are you?"

"Well, that's my plan. Tomorrow night we are going out looking for my new patient. ”

"We?"

I jumped off the couch. My fingers were curled up tightly in the blanket and my knuckles ached. Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to do that," I said. "I'm not going to kidnap innocent people for you."

"You don't have a choice," he said.

"Or what?" I asked. "You're not going to kill me. I really have everything you have now, especially now that you don't have Bethany. ”

Oliver reached into the front pocket of his shirt. He pulled out a small card and smiled.

"58 Livingston Avenue," he said. "That's your address, right?"

My jaw dropped, and Oliver giggled. I squinted to see him holding my driver's license.

"If you don't want to help me find a new patient, I can always find your family," he said. "It's nice to see your mother again, isn't it? You say your sister is it? You said your sister was a nurse. It would be very helpful if she survived. ”

"You can't kidnap them. The police will figure it out. They're going to track you down. ”

"No, they won't. They haven't found you yet, have they? ”

I took a sharp breath. Tears burned my eyes.

"How did you do that?" I asked. "I mean, I'm the twelfth. How can you get away with it? ”

"Outside help," Oliver said. "I hired someone else to help me.

I think back to the night when I walked home from training. A hand suddenly reached over to cover my mouth, and my arm squeezed violently. As I fell into a coma, I struggled to break free. I've never met this guy.

"You didn't kidnap me?" I asked.

"Nope."

Then why do you need me? I asked. "Why don't you hire this person anymore?"

Oliver got up from his recliner and sighed. He had just taken a few steps before he tripped up.

"I lost contact," he said. He opens the lid of the pizza box on the coffee table. He picked up the remaining piece and took a bite. "You'd better get some sleep, kitten. Tomorrow will be an important day. ”