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ambulance.
     
    “Go,” said Tricia to Ross. “I can get myself there.”
     
    Ross was helped up the paramedic to the ambulance. Before the doors were closed, Tricia managed to ask,
     
    “Which hospital are you taking her?”
     
    “Closest one here.”
     
    “I’m sorry, we’re tourists, which hospital is that?”
     
    “RHB, Royal Hospital of Bahrain.”
     
    “Got it.”

Chapter 4: Canteen Coffee
     
    Isa was still in a state of shock. He could not think straight and it seems the walls of the hospital were either spinning around or closing in on him. His brothers and sisters stayed in his father’s hospital suite and the rest of the relatives and other dignitaries crowded the entire hospital wing that was closed just for the King and the rest of the Royal Family. Isa needed a place to sit, to think and to be alone.
     
    He tried one room after another but was filled either by distant cousins or ministers of the government. He saw a prayer room but when he got inside, it was already filled by the more senior members of the Royal Family. He realized that there was another room that is guaranteed to be empty. Since the hospital advocated diversity, a small token chapel for patients from other religions was also in the floor. He went there and sure enough it was dimly lit, quiet and empty, except for a woman seated in the farthest pew.
     
    Isa motioned for his bodyguards to give him privacy. One of the guards went in, made a quick ocular inspection and allowed Isa to enter. Both of the guards stayed in the doorway. This left Isa and the other woman alone in the chapel. Isa sat opposite the woman. Because of the silence and his proximity, Isa heard the muffled cries of the woman.
     
    He approached the woman thinking he will be comforting an elderly grandmother. He was surprised when the woman raised her head. The chapel was lit only by the candles on the altar but the light was more than enough to show the features of the woman seated beside him. She was beautiful, blonde hair, tanned even just sitting, he knew she was almost as tall as him.
     
    “Hi, my name is Isa,” he said.
     
    She raised her head and looked at him. She would have liked to think that it was the emotions she was feeling or the circumstances around her that made her feel vulnerable to Isa but she had to admit to herself, she was mesmerized. The man that sat beside him was beautiful, it was not his face that made her stare but it was his musk. Not the familiar strong perfumes or the citrusy colognes that was popular among men now. She was sure it was his natural body scent, something primal, something sensual; it was like sweat, combined with dark chocolate mixed with an herb with a name that she cannot remember. She noticed that she was not only staring but also she was taking in all of the stranger’s manly scent and her entire consciousness was filled with the man standing in front of him now.
     
    “Are you alright Miss?” Isa asked again.
     
    “Yes, yes I am. Tricia. My name is Tricia.” she replied.
     
    “You’re crying. Here,” with that Isa extended his hand and offered Tricia his handkerchief.
     
    Tricia took the handkerchief and wiped her eyes then cheeks with it. As soon as she raised the handkerchief to her face, the same musk that paralyzed her with desire was now more potent than ever. She was sure that she held on to the handkerchief a second longer than appropriate. Despite this, she barely noticed the red and white crest that was embroidered in the corner of the silk cloth.
     
    “Thanks,” she tried to return it but Isa said,
     
    “Hold on to it for a while. I’ll be seating here for a while too.”
     
    “Okay, thanks again. Isa is a familiar name.”
     
    “It is a common name here in Bahrain. Where are you from Tricia?” Isa was trying his best to avoid divulging his identity, so he shifted the questions to her.
     
    “The U.S. You?”
     
    Isa hesitated not because he tried to lie but because he did