My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 37: Chapter 37
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Lydia
I stood in front of the room, walking back and forth. My hands clasped together bringing it close to my face.
My heart beat hysterically in my chest, my mind spiraling with thoughts.
I thought about all the possible things that would have happened.
I met Melanie groaning in pain in the room, her hand placed on her chest. Quickly, I took her to the hospital.
Currently standing in my pajamas, I couldn't stop walking around while waiting for the doctor to come out.
Mom had offered to come with me, but I refused. I needed someone to watch over Liam besides the nanny.
The door soon opened, and the doctor walked out
“She's out of danger for now.” I placed one hand on my chest, and a wave of relief washed through me. I placed my hand on the nearest wall for support.
“But I'd like you to come see me in my office in a while. We still have some tests we are running on her.”
“Okay, Doctor. Can I go see her?” I asked, looking past him as two nurses walked out, rolling the stretcher.
She had lost consciousness when we were bringing her to the hospital.
“Yes. You can stay with her in the room.” They took Melanie to the VIP room. I sat close to her, watching her closed eyes.
I held her hand.
“Oh, my baby. My poor baby.” She has always had kidney problems due to the circumstances of her birth.
It was been managed and has never been this bad.
When they arrived, I took her to the hospital, but it wasn't as serious then.
But things like this weren't unexpected.
At least today's emergency has been sorted.
The door of the room opened, and Mom stepped in with Liam.
“Hey!” Mom greeted me. She walked towards me. She brought a bag.
“I brought clothes. You should take a shower and have something to eat.” Liam ran towards me.
I can see the fear written in his eyes. It was the same as it had been when I saw him earlier today.
Raw fear.
I blinked the tears that had threatened to fall back. I had to be strong for my son. The last thing I wanted was for him to be scared.
“You shouldn't have brought him,” I said to Mom, who was now close to Melanie. She had tears in her eyes. “Oh, my baby.” She cried.
“I wanted to come. Don't be mad at grandma.” Liam said.
I wiped his eyes and flashed him a smile.
“Fine,” I said. “I'm not angry.”
“Is Melanie dying?” He asked, innocently, his voice broke at the end of his words.
I shook my head, “no, the doctor said she is out of danger. She'll be fine.”
I took a quick bath and then changed into trousers and a simple top.
Liam and I had breakfast together.
“When will Melanie wake up? She hasn't had breakfast.” Liam said.
“Soon. Eat now.”
“She'll probably want chocolate when she wakes up.” He looked over to Mom, who was seated close to Melanie, reading her a story.
“Grandma left in a hurry, so we couldn't take any chocolate bars. I know this is a hospital, but there should be a place they sell around here, right?’ he questioned.
I shook my head. “No, but I'll get her chocolate.”
Two hours later, the results were out.
I walked into the doctor's office, stopping in front of the door, which had a rectangular silver plate with the inscription “Dr. Mat.” I inhaled sharply and stepped into the room.
Dr. Mat sat behind his table. He had a small smile on his lips as he watched me walk closer. He had a laptop on his table, and some files were arranged neatly on one side.
Close to the nameplate, was a picture of a young girl, smiling. From the stark resemblance, I could tell it was his daughter.
“I'm assuming you got the result,” I said.
The clock ticked away at the side. ”yes.” He handed me a brown envelope. “Miss Brooks, I'm afraid the kidney disease is now chronic.” He began.
I opened the envelope, pulling out the report. I don't understand everything in it, but I understood enough to know how serious this was.
My eyes widened, and concern and fear crawled into my mind. “Please, what does this mean exactly?” I wanted to be explained to.
“The kidneys are not functioning properly. This is dangerous as it can lead to a buildup of toxins. But it can be managed. I'm glad it was identified on time.” His words did little to lift my spirit, and so did the compassionate look in his eyes.
“How? I can pay as much as you need.” Money wasn't the problem. I just want my daughter to be in good health.
“As I said earlier, her condition is serious, but it can be managed. However, we still need to conduct some search on her.”
“What treatment? When do we start?” I was leaning out of my chair, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Well, it's a lot. Dialysis or kidney transplant may be needed.” my brain spun, trying to process the information.
He noticed my fear and said, “Kidney disease is not the end of the world. With proper treatment, a person can live a normal life as long as their health is closely monitored. Adjustments can be made when necessary.”
His words did nothing to calm me, “what about her heart?” It is well known that kidney conditions may sometimes affect the heart.
“We are monitoring her heart closely. We still need to run some tests on that. I'll let you know the heart condition in full when the results are out.”
Tears gathered in my eyes as I stepped out of the doctor's office.
I didn't go back to the room immediately. I couldn't go with tears in my eyes. I don't want to scare Liam.
He is sensitive and can already sense things. I don't want to worsen it.
It took a while for me to regain my emotions.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.
The hallway was busy, with people walking around. We all had one goal and one wish. That our loved ones get better.
I stepped out of the hospital. I'd get the chocolate for Melanie.
When I get back, she should be awake.
After buying the chocolate from the closest convenience store, I walked back to the hospital.
I was about to enter the hallway leading to Melanie's room when I heard the cries of a girl in the opposite hallway.
I paused and turned.
A girl was on her knees, begging a doctor. Her stomach protruded from the dress she wore.
“Please, I'll pay, just don't stop the treatment.”
“I'm sorry, that's not possible. We'll move her from the VIP room for now and resume treatment when you've made the deposit.”
The girl dropped to her knees, and the doctor turned a blind eye and walked away. The little commotion caught the attention of many.
However, no one stepped forward.
I couldn't blame them. Here, everyone had enough on their plate.
I couldn't blame the doctor either.
I walked to the girl and offered her a handkerchief.
She raised her head, and a look of surprise flashed through her face.
I helped her to her feet. We sat on the closest bench.
Seeing her with a baby bump reminded me of Lydia. She reminded me of myself, and I felt the urge to help her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“That's if you don't mind me asking.” I quickly added.
She began crying again, and I wished I had held my tongue. “My mom, she's sick.” She narrated how her mom had gotten into an accident three months ago.
The man who hit them was rich and had brought her here, “initially, he took care of the hospital bills, but last month, for some reason, he stopped.” Tears rolled down her eyes.
She wiped it with the handkerchiefs.
“I've tried contacting him but to no avail. There's no way I can raise the money all at once; 500,000 dollars is a lot of money.”
Seeing her cry broke something within me.
I decided to help.
I held her while she cried. “You don't have to worry,” I said. I pulled out my phone. “I'll take care of it.” Her eyes widened. "You will?” she questioned, and I nodded.
“But you don't know me. We are strangers. Why are you being kind to me?”
“You don't act in kindness to those you know alone,” I said
I stood and left; I gave her a bar of chocolates and assured her that my assistant would keep in touch with her.
I walked towards Melanie’s room, hoping the kindness that I extended would come back to me and Melanie would be fine.
I stepped into the room.
Mom was still seated close to Melanie. “I'm back,” I looked around the room.
Liam wasn't here.
“Is she awake?” I asked, and Mom shook her head.
“Where's Liam?” she asked.
I furrowed my brows. “I should be asking that. I left him in the room.”
“You did?” The bag I held fell from my hold. I checked the restroom, but he wasn't there.
I pushed my hair backwards. This was the wrong time for this to be happening. Liam. Can't be missing.
I stood in front of the room, walking back and forth. My hands clasped together bringing it close to my face.
My heart beat hysterically in my chest, my mind spiraling with thoughts.
I thought about all the possible things that would have happened.
I met Melanie groaning in pain in the room, her hand placed on her chest. Quickly, I took her to the hospital.
Currently standing in my pajamas, I couldn't stop walking around while waiting for the doctor to come out.
Mom had offered to come with me, but I refused. I needed someone to watch over Liam besides the nanny.
The door soon opened, and the doctor walked out
“She's out of danger for now.” I placed one hand on my chest, and a wave of relief washed through me. I placed my hand on the nearest wall for support.
“But I'd like you to come see me in my office in a while. We still have some tests we are running on her.”
“Okay, Doctor. Can I go see her?” I asked, looking past him as two nurses walked out, rolling the stretcher.
She had lost consciousness when we were bringing her to the hospital.
“Yes. You can stay with her in the room.” They took Melanie to the VIP room. I sat close to her, watching her closed eyes.
I held her hand.
“Oh, my baby. My poor baby.” She has always had kidney problems due to the circumstances of her birth.
It was been managed and has never been this bad.
When they arrived, I took her to the hospital, but it wasn't as serious then.
But things like this weren't unexpected.
At least today's emergency has been sorted.
The door of the room opened, and Mom stepped in with Liam.
“Hey!” Mom greeted me. She walked towards me. She brought a bag.
“I brought clothes. You should take a shower and have something to eat.” Liam ran towards me.
I can see the fear written in his eyes. It was the same as it had been when I saw him earlier today.
Raw fear.
I blinked the tears that had threatened to fall back. I had to be strong for my son. The last thing I wanted was for him to be scared.
“You shouldn't have brought him,” I said to Mom, who was now close to Melanie. She had tears in her eyes. “Oh, my baby.” She cried.
“I wanted to come. Don't be mad at grandma.” Liam said.
I wiped his eyes and flashed him a smile.
“Fine,” I said. “I'm not angry.”
“Is Melanie dying?” He asked, innocently, his voice broke at the end of his words.
I shook my head, “no, the doctor said she is out of danger. She'll be fine.”
I took a quick bath and then changed into trousers and a simple top.
Liam and I had breakfast together.
“When will Melanie wake up? She hasn't had breakfast.” Liam said.
“Soon. Eat now.”
“She'll probably want chocolate when she wakes up.” He looked over to Mom, who was seated close to Melanie, reading her a story.
“Grandma left in a hurry, so we couldn't take any chocolate bars. I know this is a hospital, but there should be a place they sell around here, right?’ he questioned.
I shook my head. “No, but I'll get her chocolate.”
Two hours later, the results were out.
I walked into the doctor's office, stopping in front of the door, which had a rectangular silver plate with the inscription “Dr. Mat.” I inhaled sharply and stepped into the room.
Dr. Mat sat behind his table. He had a small smile on his lips as he watched me walk closer. He had a laptop on his table, and some files were arranged neatly on one side.
Close to the nameplate, was a picture of a young girl, smiling. From the stark resemblance, I could tell it was his daughter.
“I'm assuming you got the result,” I said.
The clock ticked away at the side. ”yes.” He handed me a brown envelope. “Miss Brooks, I'm afraid the kidney disease is now chronic.” He began.
I opened the envelope, pulling out the report. I don't understand everything in it, but I understood enough to know how serious this was.
My eyes widened, and concern and fear crawled into my mind. “Please, what does this mean exactly?” I wanted to be explained to.
“The kidneys are not functioning properly. This is dangerous as it can lead to a buildup of toxins. But it can be managed. I'm glad it was identified on time.” His words did little to lift my spirit, and so did the compassionate look in his eyes.
“How? I can pay as much as you need.” Money wasn't the problem. I just want my daughter to be in good health.
“As I said earlier, her condition is serious, but it can be managed. However, we still need to conduct some search on her.”
“What treatment? When do we start?” I was leaning out of my chair, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Well, it's a lot. Dialysis or kidney transplant may be needed.” my brain spun, trying to process the information.
He noticed my fear and said, “Kidney disease is not the end of the world. With proper treatment, a person can live a normal life as long as their health is closely monitored. Adjustments can be made when necessary.”
His words did nothing to calm me, “what about her heart?” It is well known that kidney conditions may sometimes affect the heart.
“We are monitoring her heart closely. We still need to run some tests on that. I'll let you know the heart condition in full when the results are out.”
Tears gathered in my eyes as I stepped out of the doctor's office.
I didn't go back to the room immediately. I couldn't go with tears in my eyes. I don't want to scare Liam.
He is sensitive and can already sense things. I don't want to worsen it.
It took a while for me to regain my emotions.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.
The hallway was busy, with people walking around. We all had one goal and one wish. That our loved ones get better.
I stepped out of the hospital. I'd get the chocolate for Melanie.
When I get back, she should be awake.
After buying the chocolate from the closest convenience store, I walked back to the hospital.
I was about to enter the hallway leading to Melanie's room when I heard the cries of a girl in the opposite hallway.
I paused and turned.
A girl was on her knees, begging a doctor. Her stomach protruded from the dress she wore.
“Please, I'll pay, just don't stop the treatment.”
“I'm sorry, that's not possible. We'll move her from the VIP room for now and resume treatment when you've made the deposit.”
The girl dropped to her knees, and the doctor turned a blind eye and walked away. The little commotion caught the attention of many.
However, no one stepped forward.
I couldn't blame them. Here, everyone had enough on their plate.
I couldn't blame the doctor either.
I walked to the girl and offered her a handkerchief.
She raised her head, and a look of surprise flashed through her face.
I helped her to her feet. We sat on the closest bench.
Seeing her with a baby bump reminded me of Lydia. She reminded me of myself, and I felt the urge to help her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“That's if you don't mind me asking.” I quickly added.
She began crying again, and I wished I had held my tongue. “My mom, she's sick.” She narrated how her mom had gotten into an accident three months ago.
The man who hit them was rich and had brought her here, “initially, he took care of the hospital bills, but last month, for some reason, he stopped.” Tears rolled down her eyes.
She wiped it with the handkerchiefs.
“I've tried contacting him but to no avail. There's no way I can raise the money all at once; 500,000 dollars is a lot of money.”
Seeing her cry broke something within me.
I decided to help.
I held her while she cried. “You don't have to worry,” I said. I pulled out my phone. “I'll take care of it.” Her eyes widened. "You will?” she questioned, and I nodded.
“But you don't know me. We are strangers. Why are you being kind to me?”
“You don't act in kindness to those you know alone,” I said
I stood and left; I gave her a bar of chocolates and assured her that my assistant would keep in touch with her.
I walked towards Melanie’s room, hoping the kindness that I extended would come back to me and Melanie would be fine.
I stepped into the room.
Mom was still seated close to Melanie. “I'm back,” I looked around the room.
Liam wasn't here.
“Is she awake?” I asked, and Mom shook her head.
“Where's Liam?” she asked.
I furrowed my brows. “I should be asking that. I left him in the room.”
“You did?” The bag I held fell from my hold. I checked the restroom, but he wasn't there.
I pushed my hair backwards. This was the wrong time for this to be happening. Liam. Can't be missing.
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