It wasn't long before they arrived at the hospital.
The doctors were already on standby outside the main entrance.
Kenneth was right by her side when the doctors wheeled Natasha into the examination room. “I'll be waiting for you right outside. You'll be all right,” he said while gently running his fingers through her hair.
Natasha simply nodded in response. She wasn't actually afraid of dying as she had already prepared herself for it. However, she was worried about how she would break the news to her grandfather and children.
Her grandfather had already suffered the loss of a family member before, so she didn't want him to relive that painful experience.
If there was one thing she feared the most, it was having the desire to live but have her life taken from her.
As though he had read her mind, Kenneth bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Stop worrying about it, okay? I'll be right here waiting for you. Everything is going to be okay,” he reassured her.
Natasha nodded at him, and the doctors wheeled her into the examination room.
It wasn't until the doors were fully closed that the two finally broke eye contact.
Kenneth then whipped out his phone and made a call.
Every passing second felt like an hour as he waited for the person to answer the phone.
“Hello?” The call finally got through on the final ring.
“It's me.”
“I know it's you. What's wrong? Did something happen to you?”
“It's Nat, Spencer. I think she might be sick. Could you come over and take a look at her?”
“What's wrong with Nat? What happened to her?” Spencer asked.
Kenneth then gave him a brief explanation of Natasha's symptoms. “That can't be right... I've been keeping a close eye on Nat's health all this while. She's perfectly healthy, so you don't have to worry about a thing,” Spencer said with a frown.
As much as Kenneth hated to admit it, he asked anyway, “What if she has some kind of underlying medical condition?”
“What kind of underlying medical condition could possibly be fatal? Trust me—she's definitely fine,” Spencer reassured him.
Kenneth felt a lot more relieved after hearing that. “What could be the cause, then?”
“I'm not too sure about that. I'll have to examine her to find out.”
“All right, I'll be waiting for you.”
“I'm a little far away at the moment, so it'll take a day or two for me to get there.”
Kenneth narrowed his eyes and let out a sigh. “All right, I understand. I'll wait for you, so try your best to come as soon as possible.”
“Sure!” Spencer replied and hung up the phone.
Kenneth frowned as he stared at his reflection on the black screen of his phone. For some reason, he found himself able to trust Spencer's words no matter what.
It's true that Natasha doesn't look like she's sick, but I can't tell what's causing her headache either. Oh, well... I guess I'll just have to wait till Spencer gets here.
With that in mind, Kenneth turned around and stared worriedly at the examination room.
The silence of the corridor was broken by the sound of rapid footsteps.
As Kenneth turned his head, he saw Dave panting heavily as he rushed over.
Dave asked, “How is she? What did the doctor say about her condition?”
The look in Kenneth's eyes turned gloomy as he replied, “She just got wheeled in a while ago. The doctor is still examining her, so I don't know what her condition is just yet.”
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