บททั้งหมดของ Falling For His Best Friend: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Elara's POV.The now familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils soon as I entered the hospital room. My legs were as though they were not mine, but clumsy and feeble with the blood I had been giving them all these years.Two years. Two long years of daily, weekly, monthly, donations, of long needles and syringes, and my own body tired to death. And here I was, again walking to my husband’s side.Damien who had spent the night in the hospital after passing out two nights ago, was awake and sat up in bed. He took a glance at me as I stepped into his ward, his lips smiling a little. "Hey," he said softly.I forced a tired smile back. "Hi," I whispered. There was something odd in my voice, feeble even to myself. I gulped and inquired, "How are you doing today?“I am all right,” said he, and flicked my inquiry aside with a gesture of his hand. "How about you?"I bowed my head down to the floor and said, “well, I am weak.” My hands shook a little as I attempted to get myself straigh

Elara’s POV“Elara, are you sure about this? You know that you cannot even donate bone marrow today, having done the abortion. It will take your body a couple of weeks to get back on its feet.” The doctor said.I could sense a tightening in my chest. A few weeks. Weeks Damien may not even possess.But I nodded. "Yes... I know." My voice was unfamiliar as though it was not mine. But it is better to wait a few weeks certain, and without a baby, than to wait uncertainly how long with a baby... and without certainty.”He nodded and his face softened. "I understand. I'll respect your decision."Respect. The term hurt was more than I anticipated. It gave it all too real.“Go back to your ward, rest,” he continued. “I will send a nurse to ready you and start the business in a moment.”I stood up. I could not stand, and yet I walked--not to myself, not to the baby, not to anything, but to Damien. The next step was heavier than the previous one. As I entered my ward, and the door was shut behi

Elara’s POVIt had been a long, foggy month. I awoke with a sore head, sore and heavy body. I heard machines beeping around me, blinking and humming on the otherwise silent room. I was slow of mind, and burdened with ache and fatigue. But one idea had pierced the fog: Damien."Damien..." I mumbled, even though my throat felt parched and dry.One of the nurses who were standing near my bed stooped down, her face gentle, yet grave. "He's awake," she said gently. “We will bring you there, but you will have to remain in the wheelchair in the meantime. You are still too weak since the operation.”I nodded, and my shaking legs had to obey. All I wanted even in my weakness was to see him. To make sure he was okay. To make sure he was alive.The wheelchair was rolling along the hospital corridor, turn and turn, step by step, step by step, closer and closer. My heart started to race, the familiar odor of the hospital enveloped me like a blanket of memories, no good just bad. And then I sa