The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 178

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Blanche’s POV

On the way to the hospital, Carry was barely conscious, her small body limp against my arms.

I kept talking to her, bringing up old memories, anything to get some kind of response from her listless form.

My voice cracked as I spoke, tears threatening to spill over.

My sweet little girl, who used to light up every room, couldn’t even find one friend now. The weight of that reality crushed me.

Watching her suffer like this was torture – worse than any pain I’d ever felt myself.

‘Did I screw up as a mother? Was I too hands–off, too blind to see what she was going through?‘ The guilt ate at me from the inside.

The car jerked to a stop at the hospital entrance. As I moved to lift Carry, Zain stepped in front of me. “I’ve got her. You’re already

drained.”

I was too wiped out to fight him, so I stepped back.

Zain swept Carry into his arms and bolted toward the ER, while I struggled to keep up behind them.

Soon, Carry was on a hospital bed, and the doctor was ordering blood work.

Her fever was spiking, so they immediately gave her a shot to bring it down.

Carry was completely out of it – she didn’t even flinch when the needle went in.

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That scared me more than anything. Carry usually screamed at the tiniest scrape.

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might explode.

I was a pediatric surgeon, damn it. I knew better than anyone how serious this could get. But all my medical training felt worthless

against the raw terror consuming me.

One wrong move, one delayed treatment, and Carry could… I slammed that thought down before it could finish, panic rising in my

throat every time my mind went there.

Zain hovered nearby, clearly out of his element. He wasn’t medical, so he stayed quiet, probably afraid of saying something wrong.

But I could see the tension radiating off him the way his jaw was clenched, how he couldn’t seem to find words for the longest time.

Soon enough, a nurse appeared to tell us the doctor wanted to discuss the blood results.

In his office, the doctor pushed his glasses up and glanced at the report. “Your daughter has the flu. Has she been in any crowded areas

recently?”

The pieces clicked together in my head the moment he said “flu.”

Kids‘ immune systems are weaker – put them in crowds, and they’re sitting ducks for every bug going around.

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I ran through Carry’s recent activities and answered immediately, “She was at the hospital.”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up. “You took a child to a hospital? During flu season? The place is crawling with viruses! Kids catch

everything, especially in hospitals. And you didn’t even think to protect her? What kind of parents are you?”

His voice got louder and more accusatory with each word, until he was practically shouting at us.

This wasn’t my hospital, and I hadn’t mentioned being a doctor.

The unfairness of his attack stung, but I bit my tongue, not wanting to make things worse.

When I stayed silent, the doctor seemed to think he’d hit his mark and got even nastier. “If you’d waited any longer to bring her in, your

kid could’ve died! Do you even deserve to be called a mother?”

Each word felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

When Carry was good, Zain got all the credit for being a great dad.

But the second she got sick, suddenly it was all my fault – every mistake, every oversight.

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Zain had been listening to the whole thing.

When the doctor started tearing into me, Zain finally stepped up. “This is on me, not her.”

The doctor got even more worked up. “Your child is in this state, and you’re still defending her?”

Zain’s expression went ice–cold. “Just tell us what needs to happen now.”

His tone was anything but friendly, and the doctor clearly picked up on it.

Not wanting trouble, the doctor backed down. “She needs IV fluids, some injections, and she’ll have to be admitted.”

Zain gave a curt nod.

As Zain turned to leave, he noticed I was still standing there frozen. He stopped and looked back. “You coming or what?”

My nerves were completely shot. I’d been working as a doctor for some time now, had seen patients come and go, witnessed life and

death–I thought I’d grown numb to it all.

I figured I’d seen enough to stay cool under pressure,

But this was different. This was my daughter’s life on the line. How the hell are you supposed to stay calm when it’s your own kid?

My mind was spinning, thoughts tangled and chaotic until I could barely think straight.

Seeing how rattled I was, Zain moved closer and pulled me into his arms. “Come on. Carry’s going to be fine,” he said softly.

With Zain supporting me, I stumbled forward, my legs feeling like they might give out at any second.

Zain couldn’t stand seeing me so broken and lost – I could feel the tension in his own body as he held me.

Outside the room, an intern nurse came running over.

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My anxiety spiked when I saw the panic on her face.

Before she even reached us, I blurted out, “Is something wrong with my daughter?”

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The nurse quickly shook her head. “No, no, nothing’s wrong your little girl just woke up.”

Relief and worry crashed into each other in my chest. I pushed past Zain and rushed straight to Carry’s room.

When I got there, Carry was awake but still looked pale and weak.

I sat down beside her bed, gently touching her cheek, my voice soft with all the love I felt. “Carry, are you feeling better, sweetheart?”

Carry looked at me with red–rimmed eyes. She set her jaw stubbornly and wouldn’t say a word.

I knew immediately what was happening – she was waiting for someone else.

So I caught Zain’s eye and quietly moved aside, letting him take the chair by her bed.

The moment Zain sat down, Carry’s voice came out small and hoarse. “Dad.”

“Feeling any better?” Zain asked gently, his face full of worry and tenderness.

Carry nodded weakly. “Yeah, a little.”

Zain smiled and brushed her cheek softly. “Good. Dad’s right here with you.”

Carry nodded again but stayed quiet.

Zain looked at her carefully. “Why aren’t you calling for Mom?”

Carry just stared at him without answering.

Zain’s voice stayed gentle. “Mom was the one who carried you to the hospital. She was so worried about you. If you don’t call for her,

she’s going to feel really hurt.”

Tears immediately welled up in Carry’s eyes.

I could see the conflict on her face – sometimes she really didn’t like me much, but right now, I could tell she wanted me close.

She probably wanted nothing more than to curl up in my arms and fall asleep.

But something stubborn inside her was keeping her from reaching out to me.

Since her father had said that though, Carry finally whispered awkwardly, “Mom.”

The moment I heard her call for me, I quickly took her hand, my eyes filling with tears. “Mom’s right here, baby. I’m here.”

Carry seemed to relax a little with both of us there, but then a nurse walked in with a cart.

The nurse announced, “Carry Jacob needs an IV. I’ll need both parents to step outside.”

As soon as Carry heard “IV,” she burst into tears. “Mom, I don’t want a shot! I want to go home!”

My heart shattered hearing her cry like that.

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I was terrified, but the IV was the only way she’d get better.

I forced myself to stand up and pulled Zain along as we left the room.

As I walked out, Carry’s crying got even worse, her sobs echoing down the hallway.

Her cries just kept going and going, filling the air without stopping.

Outside her room, I pressed my shaking hand against the wall, unable to stop the tremors or the tears streaming down my face.

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Seeing me like that, Zain couldn’t hold back anymore – he came over, gently wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and spoke softly.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Carry’s going to be fine, I promise. And you’ve got me – I’m not going anywhere.”

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