Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1868

For the next two days, Fitch barely moved from the side of the incubator, no matter who tried to persuade him. His own injuries were horrific, his back a mess of torn flesh, and he hadn’t changed out of his filthy suit since the incident. Only when the baby inside the incubator stirred would Fitch's eyes flicker, showing a brief sign of life amidst his otherwise vacant stare.

Ian had been making frequent trips to the hospital, unable to tell Maja the truth, always saying he had to work late. Seeing Fitch still standing there, filthy and stubborn, Ian took decisive action, delivering a quick, precise chop to Fitch’s neck, knocking him out cold. "Get him down and clean his wounds, or I'm worried he'll get tetanus," Ian ordered.

The doctors had wanted to intervene earlier, but Fitch was so numb and unresponsive that they had reluctantly given up. Now with Ian present, several people firmly supported Fitch and took him away to treat his injuries.

Ian stood outside the incubator, watching the child inside. Premature babies are naturally much smaller than full-term infants, and their movements are scarce and sluggish. It was a miracle the child had been saved; when he arrived at the hospital, his heart had nearly stopped. The thought of what Fitch would do if the baby didn't make it was unbearable to Ian. Rubbing his temples, he asked about the baby’s survival odds. The doctor hesitated before replying, not daring to give false hope, only saying they would try their best.

A pounding headache began to set in for Ian as he stepped out to check on Fitch. The fabric of Fitch's shirt had fused with the wounds on his back, and removing it tore away flesh, causing him pain even in his sleep. "Let him rest a bit longer," Ian instructed. "Try not to wake him." Otherwise, Fitch would be right back to standing vigil by the incubator.