Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 197
On the morning of the fifth day, my eyes fly open when I hear a hiss.
Victor has his eyes pressed shut, his jaw clenched together.
The tube was removed from his throat yesterday and he can breathe on his own now, but he’s been sleeping the entire time I’ve been here.
eaning forward, grabbing his hand, my own neck
he says, his voice scratchy, probably from the intubation. “I just…tried to turn my neck.”
e nurse –“
aiting.
ent.”
just wants to sit with me?
ce for days.
to smile at him. “Does it hurt?”
r. “What, my body? The whole thing?”
rious.
?”
t do you remember?”
n, being downstairs, with you.”
own.” He smirks at me, remembering them. “Clever boys. Are they here?”
et upset, when they come, and see you just laying there. They’re with Rafe and Bridgette, at the cottage. My mom is there too.”
sarcastic.
emember anything else?” I ask.
in winces at the pain.
ts.
urn my attention back to him. “With…Walsh. Joyce. Everything.”
l appoint a regent, but…there’s time for all of that. Later.”
then his face twists in pain.
d again.
. He winces after each cough and I can see a tinge of blood on his lips. My eyes fly open with worry – this is ne
at moment.
to hold him still. “Calmly, please,” she murmurs. “Just try to stay still, breathe evenly.”
great deal of pain. She glances at me and I can see that she’s worried. But when she returns her gaze to Victor, I can see that she’s working to hide it.
t his breathing more labored.
keep him calm,” she says lightly. “No very good or very bad news, please. No news, r
I turn my eyes back to Victor, not knowing what to sa
y.
ck, need him healthy, strong. We have a whole life to live.
houghts. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I believe it too.
him over, listening to his pulse, measuring some vitals and checking the machines. I watch Victor closely as he responds to the doctor’s questions. His mind and spirit are clearly intact, but his face, hi
ne who has one foot in the grave.
utting on…it’s bad. It’s very bad.
frankly, your body could use more rest. I’m going to give you some pain medication to control your movements
e up – there’s so much I need to catch up on.”
nt you to do at the moment. The only thing you should be concentrating on right now is resting. It’s that serious. You really cannot take any added stress.”
has, for a moment in his life, prioritized relaxation and healing over keeping up with his life and his responsibilities
uldn’t lie about that. For the moment everything is…steady.”
and so does th
st, sir. More sleep.” He turns to me as well. “And Ms. Ortega, now that you’ve seen him awake, perhaps you could…take a few hours to yourself. Get…cleaned up.”
ed to me at all, not even for a moment.
can.
he says, giving my fingers a squeeze. “I’ll be here when you get back. Besides, you’ve
, and the clothes I’m wearing bear the stains of that horrible day.
horrible.
. “Honestly you probably woke up hoping for a pretty picture, and sitting next to you is this horror show.”
I can see that he’s working hard not to laug
them. “It’s a plan.”
then gives his orders to the nurse, who begins to administer the medication. I
s him on the forehead.
and, but when I stand up straight, he
efore he can.
octor,” I ask, looking at him very seriously. “Is he…is he better? Is he going to
ctor runs his hand through his hair, sighing. “Honestly, Ms. Ortega? I am surprised th
his head and I feel my face fall.
sis is the same. The damage is still significant, and he’s healing too slowly. I think you should take t
fight.
s it can be arranged. We can hire nurses, have all of the best care money can buy. But I want him home.”
e doctor says quietly. “