Allan meticulously absorbed each word from Dr. Watson's instructions.
"Thank you, Dr. Watson."
"It's alright. She'll be transferred to the ward shortly. Comfort her, and remember, there will be children in the future."
Allan nodded, "Okay."
With her tasks conveyed, Dr. Watson departed.
After Dr. Watson left, instead of immediately returning to Mitch and the others, Allan stood by the corridor window, gazing at the city lights outside. Emptiness gnawed at him.
"Want a smoke?"
As Allan stared outside, lost in thought, a deep voice suddenly reached his ears.
Momentarily breaking from his reverie, Allan didn't turn around or respond to the voice. Instead, in a husky voice, he asked, "Were you also upset when Miss Thompson had her accident?"
Upon hearing Allan's words, Zane's brows furrowed slightly, followed by a soft "hm."
Allan's voice was low, his gaze fixed on the window, as he continued in a hoarse voice, "I used to think someone like me wouldn't place too much importance on emotions, but it seems I really overestimated myself back then."
Zane didn't respond to Allan's words. He retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Allan, saying, "Got it from Albi just now."
Allan took the cigarette and bit it between his lips, only to remember that they were in a hospital. He abandoned the idea of lighting it and held it in his mouth.
"Life is full of unexpected events," Allan muttered when he heard Zane's words.
Zane looked at Allan's face, "If you can't console people, you better keep quiet."
Zane glanced at Allan and continued, "You're quite picky."
After his remark, Zane shifted his gaze away from Allan's face and toward Yanis, who was standing nearby in the corridor. "Back when Yanis had her accident, I was even more devastated."
Allan was well aware of Yanis and Zane's history.
Their first child had died shortly before birth, and another child hadn't even had the chance to come into this world. Afterward, Yanis had struggled to get pregnant again, and the suffocating feeling at that time was almost unbearable.
The two remained silent by the window for a while before returning to the emergency room entrance. Reed would need some time before she was ready to come out.
"You should take Yanis and Mr. Lawrence back first," Allan said, breaking the silence.
Zane nodded in agreement, checking the time on his wristwatch, "We'll wait for Reed to come out."
If Reed hadn't come out yet, Yanis wouldn't leave, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to sleep soundly. It made more sense to wait until Reed was out and everything was confirmed.
Allan acquiesced, deciding not to say more on the matter.
The early morning hours in the hospital were eerily quiet, with even the slightest noise echoing clearly.
In the midst of the silence, a patient involved in a drunk-driving accident was wheeled in, covered in blood, and rushed into the emergency room.
Yanis watched as the bloodstains dripped onto the floor, furrowing her brows.
Zane placed a hand on Yanis's shoulder, drawing her into an embrace.
Yanis reached up and returned the gesture, hugging Zane back.
Although the doctor had said it would be half an hour, Reed didn't emerge until forty minutes later.
As Reed emerged from the room, Allan hurried forward, "Reed."
Pale and weak, Reed looked as if she had just recovered from a severe illness, her face devoid of color.
Tears welled up in Reed's eyes the moment she saw Allan.
Full of heartache, Allan bent down to kiss her cheek gently and consoled her in a hushed voice, "It's okay, don't be scared."
"Our child is gone."
After a long pause, Reed uttered those words.
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