Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 370

ANASTASIA

“Hello, miss, are you okay?“

The voice drifted in from a distance, it sounded far away…

Then another, closer this time. “Oh God. I don't think we should keep hoping she'd wake up, call 911…“ it was a woman's voice and it tinged with great concern.

“Miss, please wake u-“

“That's it! I'm calling 911.“

911 for what? I wondered as my eyes open.

Just as the man's face came into focus, he gasped, “Oh, she's awake!“

I blinked at him. I remembered his face. Back when I waited for the line to reach my turn,he had a bored expression on as he attended to the bank's customers. Now, he was beaming!

“Oh thank goodness.“

Bank. Omg! I'm at the bank. My deposit.

I tried to rise to a sitting position but the man was immediately by my side, helping me.

“Thank you.“ My voice came out husky so I cleared my throat.

“Are you okay?“ I turned to my side to see all of them hovering around me.

“I'm fine. Thank you.“

“Great! Now, can you attend to the rest of us that didn't pass out?“

Some of the people expressed how cruel the man was for not caring if I'd wake up or not.

“What happened?“ I asked as someone helped me to my feet and handed me my back.

“The cashier was attending to you when you suddenly fell. We rushed to you and saw that you had passed out.“

That's what I get for skipping breakfast.

“Thank you,“ I thanked them all for their concern and apologized to the ones who kept soliloquizing over their wasted time.

“It's okay, miss,“ an elderly lady said as she eyed the man who was grumbling about a disrupted schedule. She then turned to me with a kind smile. “I think you should go to the hospital and return to do whatever you have to do here some other day, dear. You don't look too good.“

I nodded, “Yes, I will do that. Thank you.“

“Take care then.“

I thanked her one more time and headed out.

There was a coffee shop across the bank. I was sure they sold more than coffee. I could get a muffin or bagel but none of them appealed to me. Nothing appealed to me yet I was starving. I decided to go straight to the hospital first. Perhaps, what had caused me to lose consciousness was more than just my missed breakfast.

I hailed a cab and told him my destination. As I sat silently in the cab, I wondered endlessly why I had fainted. It couldn't just be due to the breakfast I missed but I'd missed breakfast lots of time and left the house and not on any of those occassion did I pass out.

Oh God, what if it's a sign that the procedure failed? What if I didn't get pregnant?

A headache suddenly came on at that thought.

I fanned my face. Please, let this not be what I'm thinking.

“Are you hot, ma'am? Should I turn on the heater?“ The driver asked as he briefly glanced at me through the rearview mirror before he returned his gaze to the road.

“Oh no. No. I'm fine. Thank you.“

Minutes later, I took a deep breath and made my way inside the hospital.