Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409

Madeline’s POV

The harsh white hospital lights made me blink over and over, struggling to adjust my vision to the sterile, cold eny..onment. I was lying in a bed, wrapped in rough sheets that smelled of disinfectant, still feeling the lingering effects of the sedatives they’d given me at the clinic. My mind was foggy, but at least the blind panic I’d felt when I woke up bleeding had eased.

A female doctor entered the room with a professional yet gentle expression. She carried a clipboard and approached my bed with measured steps.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, scanning her notes before finally looking at me.

“Confused,” I answered honestly, my voice still hoarse from all the screaming. “The baby… is everything okay?”

She smiled reassuringly.

“Yes, everything is fine. The bleeding you experienced isn’t uncommon in the first trimester. We ran all the necessary tests, and the fetus is developing normally. The heartbeat is strong and steady.”

Relief hit me so hard that tears spilled down my face. I’d spent hours convinced I’d lost my baby, that all the forced medication at the clinic had caused irreversible damage.

“However,” the doctor continued, jotting something down on her clipboard, “you need to avoid extreme stress. Your body is reacting intensely to emotional strain, and that can trigger more bleeding episodes.”

A bitter laugh escaped me.

“You should tell that to the doctors at the clinic,” I muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

The doctor blinked, confused, and quickly made another note. She was probably writing something about ” paranoid tendencies” or whatever label came with the paperwork they’d sent from the clinic.

“I’m going to prescribe something to help you relax,” she said, returning to her professional tone. “Something mild and safe for pregnancy. You’ll stay here overnight for observation and be discharged tomorrow after another evaluation.”

“Can I have visitors?” I asked, trying to sound neutral even as my heart raced at the thought.

“For now, no. We want you on complete rest until we’re sure there won’t be any more bleeding.”

A wave of relief washed over me. That meant Dominic and Vivian wouldn’t be able to come in and pressure me, manipulate me, or force unnecessary procedures. At least for one night, I would be safe from them.

A nurse arrived shortly after with the medication. It was a small white pill, which she handed to me along with a glass of water. This time, I didn’t try to fake it or hide it under my tongue. If it was truly safe for the baby and could help me calm down, I desperately needed it.

The effect was almost immediate. I felt my muscles begin to loosen, the constant tension in my shoulders and neck finally easing. My mind, which had been on high alert for days, slowly started to quiet as sleep crept in.

When I woke up, something was wrong.

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I was moving, but not by choice.

I tried to focus, blinking hard to cut through the mental haze, but I was so drugged that I could barely process what was happening. My movements were slow and uncoordinated, like my body no longer belonged to me.

Is in a wheelchair.

I could feel the wheels turning beneath me, the smooth but purposeful motion of someone pushing me through hallways I didn’t recognize. I tried to turn my head to see who was moving me, but my neck felt like it was made of lead.

“No…” I managed to murmur, my voice thick and weak. “I can’t… do the test…”

I tried to move. To fight against the restraints I suddenly realized were holding me securely in the chair. But my body wouldn’t respond to my brain’s commands. It was like watching everything from far away, completely disconnected from my own physical form.

“I’m going to lose… the baby…” I whispered, desperately trying to communicate the danger, even though my voice barely came out.

A female voice answered, but it sounded distant, like it was echoing through a tunnel.

“Stay calm. Everything will be fine.”

There was something familiar about that voice. Something that made my heart spike with hope, even through the fog of medication. Who was it? Why did I recognize that tone, that cadence? I tried to focus on it, to fight the sedation pulling me back under, but it felt like swimming against a powerful current.

I wanted to know who was speaking to me. Who was moving me? Where they were taking me?

But something kept dragging me back toward sleep, an irresistible force that made it impossible to keep my eyes open or form a coherent thought.

The next moment of clarity came when I felt wind against my face.

Fresh air. Not the artificial chill of hospital air conditioning.

Where was I?

I forced my eyes open with everything I had, pushing through the drugged haze.

I was… on the hospital roof.

Above me, the night sky stretched wide, still dark but tinged with that faint gray that comes just before dawn. City lights flickered far below, and there was a loud, rhythmic sound vibrating through my bones.

It was helicopter blades.

A male voice spoke close to me, authoritative but respectful.

“Thank you. I’ll take it from here.”

Then strong arms lifted me, pulling me gently from the wheelchair. The contrast between the obvious strength and the careful tenderness made my chest ache. I tried to focus on the face of the person holding me, but my

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vision was too blurred. All I could make out was a tall, solid male silhouette.

I realized I was being carried toward the sound of the blades.

A helicopter.

There was a helicopter on the hospital roof, and I was being taken to it.

I tried to resist. To protest. To say I didn’t want to go. But no sound came out.

“No…” I managed to whisper weakly, struggling feebly in the arms holding me.

Then I was carefully placed into one of the helicopter seats, the soft leather pressing against my back. Gentle hands fastened the seatbelt around me, adjusting it carefully so it wouldn’t press against my stomach.

A familiar voice, heavy with relief and fierce determination, spoke close to my ear.

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay now.”,

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