ROMAN
I’m pissed as I make my way to the hospital.
Dammit. Why does that woman insist on pestering me?
Why does she keep getting herself into situations where I have to check up on her? I was just celebrating the fact that she was leaving me alone and I didn’t have to deal with her for a month.
I guess I spoke too soon.
I tell the front desk her name and they direct me to where her room is. I reach the door and find a woman with a
” white coat writing something on a clipboard right in front of it. She looks at me and asks,
“Mr. Hayes?”
Great. She knows my name. “Yes.”
“‘m Dr. Sullivan,” she says before extending her hand for me to shake. “I’m Miss Garcia’s doctor.”
“How is she?”
“Not good,” she claims. Her face is serious now, and her tone is grave. “Miss Garcia hasn’t been doing well at all, and everything points to severe stress and anxiety in her daily life. On top of that, she has a condition known as preeclampsia, which means her blood pressure is high and her organs are under extra stress. This is a very dangerous condition, Mr. Hayes. If she tires herself out or gets toostressed, this will put her life and the baby’s at risk.”
I run a hand down my face. I won’t pretend that I know much about pregnancy, but this sounds pretty serious.
“She also has signs of prenatal depression. It’s fairly common but has to be taken very seriously. Miss Garcia needs a lot of understanding and emotional suppoft around her. Loneliness will only exacerbate the symptoms.
“I’m sure you’re asking me something that you’re not voicing, but she and I aren’t together. I’m a married man. I can’t give her what she needs from me. Is there a place where she can get treatment? Money isn’t the problem.”
“Unfortunately, in this case, there’s not much we can do for her. Preeclampsia can only be treated after the baby is born. For now, we can manage the symptoms, but that’s about as far as we can go. For her depression, l’d suggest counseling.”
I nod and make a mental note to discuss this with my lawyer, “Is she awake?”
“Yes.”
I push the door open and it takes every ounce of self-control for me not to tell her off from the doorway. She knows I don’t want her anywhere near me, yet she keeps calling like she’s hoping to ruin my marriage.
But the second my eyes land on her, the words freeze in
my throat and I lose my train of thought because she’s the only thing I can focus on.
What thè..?
“Roman,” she says, smiling weakly. “Thank you for coming.
I-I’m so grateful.”
I get closer to the bed, struggling to find something to say. Emeralda is stick thin. Her cheeks are hollowed and the dark circles under her eyes are prominent and even scary. It’s like she hasn’t had a bite to eat since last saw her.
I never expected to find her in this state. Never.
Has she been eating at all?
It’s Emeralda. She’s standing behind me in the corridor, barefoot and looking crazy. She must’ve pulled the IV from her arm by herself to follow me out here.
“Please don’t leave me!” she cries. “Please!”
Nurses rush toward her and Dr. Sullivan reappears.
Stunned, I make my way toward her because she keeps on screaming. Her eyes had been closed when I left the room, so l assumed it was safe for me to leave.
Then again, I didn’t think she’d cause such a scene.
Emeralda truly is mentally unwell, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I have to stay in the room longer than I hoped, watching her. As the hours tick by, I know Nikki is worried. I haven’t even called her to tell her that I’ll be home later. The truth is the I don’t know when I’m going home.
Every time I try to leave, Emeralda opens her eyes and begs me to stay, and they can’t give her anything stronger because of her condition.
I’m stuck here. I can’t even fight back. That makes me feel Like a coward, but at the same time, what can I do?
Abandon her here and then be blamed for whatever happens to her?
This whole situation is a mess and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

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