Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

BIANCA

Dr. Palmer was in the middle of explaining my medication schedule for the third time when I finally had to interrupt.

“Dr. Palmer, with all due respect, I am a doctor myself. I understand the dosing instructions for anti- inflammatory medication and magical essence stabilizers.”

She paused, looking sheepish. “Of course you do. I’m sorry, Dr. Morrison. It’s just that your case was so severe, and I want to make sure that you are aware of the risks.”

“I know.” I softened my tone, recognizing the genuine concern in her eyes. There was no need trying to make her feel bad.

“I appreciate your thoroughness. Really. But I promise I’ll follow the treatment routine exactly as you have prescribed. I promise”

“Okay, but just to be safe, your body suffered severe magical exhaustion,” she continued anyway, clearly unable to help herself.

“And on top of that, you had your Luna essence partially drained. The damage was extensive. Yes you were managed to be saved, but damage had been done, but this can heal, with time and rest. You’re going to experience dizziness, nausea, fatigue, that will last for weeks. That’s normal given what you’ve been through, but if any symptoms worsen or you develop new ones, you need to come back immediately.”

“Understood.”

“And no magic use. None. Not even the small healing spells you probably do without thinking. Your magical core needs time to regenerate, and if you push it too soon…”

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“Dr. Palmer.” I gave her a tired smile. “I really do understand. I’ve treated magical exhaustion before. I know the risks.”

She sighed, clearly recognizing a stubborn patient when she saw one. Especially when the patient happened to be a prodigy in her work.

“Fine. But I’m holding you to that promise about following protocol. And I want to see you back here in one week for a follow–up assessment.”

Before I could respond, the door opened and Louis burst in, with the energy of an energetic five–year–old, his father following at a more slower pace.

“Dr. Bianca! Are you ready? Dad says we can go home now!” Louis practically bounced over to my bedside, his eyes were bright with excitement.

Rivera carried what looked like a smoothie in one hand and my discharge papers in the other. He handed me the drink first, his expression unreadable.

“Protein shake,” he explained. “Dr. Palmer mentioned you’d been having trouble keeping solid food down. This should be easier on your stomach.”

I accepted it gratefully, surprised by the thoughtfulness. The shake was cold and sweet, some kind of berry blend that actually tasted good.

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“Thank you.”

While I drank, Rivera moved to the counter where Dr. Palmer was organizing my prescriptions and discharge instructions. I watched him sign form after form, without batting an eye. I believe he was used to it, due to experience with his owen son Louis. I couldn’t help but watch him,, his posture was radiating the kind of authority that suggested he was used to handling complicated situations.

“I’ll make sure she follows all medical advice,” he told Dr. Palmer. “No strenuous activity, no magic use, complete rest for at least two weeks. I’ll have someone check on her regularly to ensure she’s not overdoing it.”

“Excellent.” Dr. Palmer looked relieved to have someone else taking responsibility for my care.

“The medications should be picked up from the pharmacy downstairs. Make sure she takes the essence stabilizers with food, and the pain medication can cause drowsiness, so no driving while she’s on it.”

“Got it.”

After what felt like an eternity of paperwork and instructions, we were finally ready to leave. A nurse brought a wheelchair, it was a hospital policy, apparently, even for doctor patients and I was too tired to argue.

Louis immediately claimed the position at my side, his small hand finding mine as Rivera pushed the wheelchair toward the elevators.

“We have a room all ready for you,” Louis chattered excitedly as we descended. “Dad let me help pick out the blankets and everything. I wanted superhero ones, but Dad said you might like the blue ones better because they’re calmer, so we got those instead. But if you want superhero ones, we can change them!”

“I’m sure the blue ones are perfect,” I assured him, touched by the care they’d put into preparing for me.

“And we have a library! A whole room full of books! Dad bought medical books for you, but there are also story

books and history books and-” He paused, his bouncing steps never slowing. “I got a new mummy now!” The words came out in a sing–song voice, pure childhood joy.

Rivera made a sound like he was choking, coughing hard enough that I glanced up in concern.

“Don’t take his words seriously,” he muttered, his ears slightly red. “He’s just excited to have someone new in the house.”

“Why?” Louis looked genuinely confused, turning to face his father while still holding my hand. “You said she could be my new mummy. You said she was nice and brave and that she saved my life, and that made her special

“I said no such thing.” Rivera’s voice was firm, but the tips of his ears were still pink. “You must have misheard me.”

“But Dad-”

“We’re almost to the car. Watch your step, Louis.”

I bit back a smile, charmed by the exchange. Rivera had clearly said something that Louis had interpreted his own way, and now he was desperately trying to backtrack.

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