Bride to Blood Bank - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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His face twisted in horror. "No. No, this can't be happening—"
"Was there a complication during the surgery?" Jaime charged forward and ripped the infant from Ian's grasp, his features contorted with fury. "What the hell did you do?!" he roared.
Ian recoiled, his hands unsteady as he reached out to check for a pulse. Desperation flashed in his eyes before he whirled on Jaime, seizing his collar.
"This is on you! You kicked her too hard—now the baby's gone!"
"Don't you dare blame me!" Jaime's rage erupted. He drove his fist into Ian's face, sending him staggering back. "That was my child! You screwed up the procedure—you killed it!"
Ian wiped blood from his split lip and lunged, landing a brutal punch to Jaime's jaw.
"Are you out of your mind? I was trying to save Trish! No one wants her to pull through more than I do! You think I'd risk my career cutting Zara open if it weren't for her? If Trish dies because of you, I swear I'll—"
The room exploded into chaos. The men collided like wild animals—fists flying, surgical instruments clattering to the floor. The sterile OR became a warzone, but I watched through hollow eyes. The pain had dulled to nothing. My body was wrecked. My soul, obliterated.
Then, just as Jaime snatched a scalpel and poised to plunge it into Ian's hand, Ian froze. His gaze locked onto my ravaged abdomen, his eyes alight with a grotesque epiphany.
"Wait! If the baby just died, the umbilical cord might still be viable. We can still save Trish."
Jaime hesitated, the blade trembling in his grip. "You're sure?"
Ian nodded wildly. "If the heart stopped recently, the cord blood's still usable. It's our only shot."
Without hesitation, Ian dropped to his knees and thrust his hands into my gaping wound. I barely felt it—just a vague, distant pressure as he yanked out the slick, crimson mass.
"Get this to Trish. Now!" he barked, shoving the tissue into Jaime's arms. Jaime didn't hesitate. He sprinted from the room, the doors swinging shut behind him.
And then it was just Ian and me.
He turned to me with a chilling smirk. "Since you've been such a... generous donor, I'll close you up properly. You'll hardly remember you were ever pregnant."
A broken laugh escaped me, my voice thin but venomous. "You really think that cord will save Trish? Dream on."
Ian didn't react. He threaded a needle with eerie calm and began stitching my flesh.
"I know you're angry. But once Trish recovers, I'll make it up to you. I'll take care of you. We'll stay together—you won't be alone."
I let out a bitter scoff. Did he actually believe I'd forgive him? That I'd ever look at him again after this?
"Ian, you married me to turn me into Trish's personal blood bag. You sliced me open, stole my baby, and killed it. And you still think we have a future?"
He gave me a patronizing smile. "The whole city knows your fiancé left you at the altar. Now you've birthed his dead child. Who else would want you besides me?"
"Was there a complication during the surgery?" Jaime charged forward and ripped the infant from Ian's grasp, his features contorted with fury. "What the hell did you do?!" he roared.
Ian recoiled, his hands unsteady as he reached out to check for a pulse. Desperation flashed in his eyes before he whirled on Jaime, seizing his collar.
"This is on you! You kicked her too hard—now the baby's gone!"
"Don't you dare blame me!" Jaime's rage erupted. He drove his fist into Ian's face, sending him staggering back. "That was my child! You screwed up the procedure—you killed it!"
Ian wiped blood from his split lip and lunged, landing a brutal punch to Jaime's jaw.
"Are you out of your mind? I was trying to save Trish! No one wants her to pull through more than I do! You think I'd risk my career cutting Zara open if it weren't for her? If Trish dies because of you, I swear I'll—"
The room exploded into chaos. The men collided like wild animals—fists flying, surgical instruments clattering to the floor. The sterile OR became a warzone, but I watched through hollow eyes. The pain had dulled to nothing. My body was wrecked. My soul, obliterated.
Then, just as Jaime snatched a scalpel and poised to plunge it into Ian's hand, Ian froze. His gaze locked onto my ravaged abdomen, his eyes alight with a grotesque epiphany.
"Wait! If the baby just died, the umbilical cord might still be viable. We can still save Trish."
Jaime hesitated, the blade trembling in his grip. "You're sure?"
Ian nodded wildly. "If the heart stopped recently, the cord blood's still usable. It's our only shot."
Without hesitation, Ian dropped to his knees and thrust his hands into my gaping wound. I barely felt it—just a vague, distant pressure as he yanked out the slick, crimson mass.
"Get this to Trish. Now!" he barked, shoving the tissue into Jaime's arms. Jaime didn't hesitate. He sprinted from the room, the doors swinging shut behind him.
And then it was just Ian and me.
He turned to me with a chilling smirk. "Since you've been such a... generous donor, I'll close you up properly. You'll hardly remember you were ever pregnant."
A broken laugh escaped me, my voice thin but venomous. "You really think that cord will save Trish? Dream on."
Ian didn't react. He threaded a needle with eerie calm and began stitching my flesh.
"I know you're angry. But once Trish recovers, I'll make it up to you. I'll take care of you. We'll stay together—you won't be alone."
I let out a bitter scoff. Did he actually believe I'd forgive him? That I'd ever look at him again after this?
"Ian, you married me to turn me into Trish's personal blood bag. You sliced me open, stole my baby, and killed it. And you still think we have a future?"
He gave me a patronizing smile. "The whole city knows your fiancé left you at the altar. Now you've birthed his dead child. Who else would want you besides me?"
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