The automatic doors of the hospital slid open with a faint hiss as Alexander burst through them, cradling an unconscious Camilla in his arms.Her head lolled to one side, her skin ashen and clammy.A team of doctors and nurses rushed towards him, wheeling a stretcher bed alongside them.One of the doctors, a tall, balding man with a serious expression, barked out orders as they approached."Set her down gently, please," he said, gesturing towards the stretcher. "We need to get her stabilized as soon as possible."Alexander nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he carefully lowered Camilla onto the bed.The doctors and nurses swarmed around her, attaching monitors and IVs as they worked to assess her condition."What happened to her?" the doctor asked, turning to face Alexander. "I couldn't hear your exact words over the phone when you called.""I don't know," Alexander's voice trembled with emotion. "All she had was a glass of water at my place. I went out to take a call, and when I came
"Doctor Hamilton, you're not giving us any information about her. Is everything alright?" Alexander's voice was tense, his expression etched with worry as he leaned forward.Alessia, unable to bear the silence any longer, spoke up, "I'm Alessia Kings, the patient's mother. Please, tell us, is she okay?" Her desperation turned her inquiry into a demand.The elderly doctor finally offered a small smile and let out a sigh of relief, "Your daughter is going to be just fine, ma'am. There's no need to worry."He paused and turned to Alexander, "We were able to stabilize her, but it was a close call. "She experienced a severe reaction to a food allergen, which triggered anaphylaxis.""It's a good thing you brought her in when you did, or things could have been much worse." He added with a little smile.Alessia furrowed her brow in confusion. "I don't understand," she said."Are you sure there wasn't a mistake? My daughter doesn't have any food allergies," she questioned Dr. Hamilton.Dr. Ham
Finally being able to get something out of a straight Alexander spoke. 'How...umm... how are you feeling?...Better?' He asked cautiously."She gave a slight nod before pausing, her lips pursed.After a while, she said, "You're still in your PJs," as though noticing it for the first time.That prompted Alexander to also look at his outfit, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "You just went down...it was scary, and I didn't have time to change."With her usual air of indifference, she added, "Thank you for bringing me here," in a dry tone."There's no need for that. I'll do the same for anyone I find in such a condition," said Alexander with an encouraging smile.He sat down on the edge of her hospital bed and looked down at his hands.After a long pause, he finally sighed. "Did Doctor Hamilton tell you..." He trailed off, still unable to believe the news.It was just one night, how could she have gotten pregnant? he internally questioned himself."Yes, he told me," she responded with no
Alexander slumped in his car, his head heavy against the steering wheel. His furrowed brow betrayed the deep thought consuming him, and he shut his eyes, trying to drown out the world's noise.His shallow breaths came in quick succession, his white-knuckled grip on the wheel showing the weight of his troubles.He felt suffocated under the palpable weight of his thoughts, gasping for air when he finally lifted his head after what felt like an eternity.With trembling fingers, he fumbled for his phone, dialing his sister's number. When she answered, her excitement was a beacon of familiarity."How's my favorite brother doing?" she asked, ready to catch up."I... I don't know," Alexander replied, his voice cracking. "I just needed someone to talk to. Can you talk?""Of course," Isabel replied, her voice soft and reassuring. "What's going on?"Alexander took a deep breath, pouring his heart out to his sister about Camilla passing out at his house and the shocking news from the doctor.As
Clarissa stood in her spacious, luxurious kitchen, adorned with high-end appliances and polished marble countertops.Dressed in a designer apron, she expertly cracked the eggs for her gourmet omelet, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs from the herb garden outside her window. The fragrant aroma of the dish wafted through the pristine room, filling it with a delectable scent.Just as she was about to add the cooked asparagus and fried bacon mixed with some gruyere cheese over half of the omelet, a groan from behind her interrupted her culinary indulgence.She turned around to find her husband, Reynold, draped with a towel over his neck. "Oh... Good morning honey," she said with a smile beaming on her face.Instead of reciprocating her smile, Reynold looked at her with a frown etching on his face and asked, "What are you doing at home?"Clarissa was taken aback by the question but quickly regained her composure.She flipped the other half of the omelet to the other side and served it on a
Clarissa sat stiffly on a couch in the middle of the living room at her elder sister Sophia's house.Her arms were tightly folded across her chest, and her eyes were fixed on the floor as she seethed with anger and fraustration.Sophia watched her younger sister with a furrowed brow, concern etched on her face as she tried to find the right words to soothe her."Clary," Sophia called out, her voice a gentle whisper. Clarissa shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No," she whispered in a broken voice.Sophia's eyes softened, and she reached out to gently touch Clarissa's arm. "Everything is going to be alright, trust me," she said, her tone filled with warmth and empathy."Clary," Sophia called out again, watching as Clarissa's tears spilled down her cheeks.Clarissa shook her head, wiping away the tears with a delicate handkerchief. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Sophia waited patiently, her heart aching for her younger sister. Finally, Clarissa spoke again,
Alessia beamed as she presented a vibrant bowl of fruit salad on the dining table in front of Camilla.However, her daughter looked unimpressed as she cast a disinterested gaze upon the colorful dish.Noticing her daughter's lack of enthusiasm, Alessia inquired, "What's with that look?"Camilla let out a deep sigh, feeling weary of her mother's overbearing attitude. "Mamma, isn't it about time you go back to your husband's house?" she said, her voice tinged with annoyance as she met Alessia's gaze.Alessia's smile vanished, replaced with a frown as she asked, "Why? So you can have the chance to get rid of my grandchild?"Camilla, exasperated by her mother's attitude, rolled her eyes and muttered "Oh my God."Unfazed, Alessia nodded and continued, "You may as well get used to having me around, because I'll be here until the child is born, no matter how long it takes."Camilla's frustration with her mother's persistence mounted until she could no longer contain it. Rising to her feet,
The old woman picked up the teacup delicately from the saucer on the table and blew a soft breath over the surface of the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling contentedly. "è perfetta (It's perfect)," she said, noticing the surprise on Camilla's face."Don't be surprised," Harriet chuckled, placing the teacup on the table. "That's the only Italian word I know." Camilla nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.After a brief pause, Harriet asked, "How are you feeling?" Camilla's response was hesitant and noncommittal as she shrugged her shoulders. "Umm...fine I guess..." she said, causing Harriet to lean forward with concern.After a pause, Harriet spoke again, her tone gentle yet firm. "No, you're not," she said, sensing that there was more to Camilla's emotional state than she was letting on.Camilla's eyes fell to the ground, her throat feeling tight as she struggled to find the words.Finally, she forced out the truth. "I and Alexander lied about being in a relationship," she sai