The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 94

Thalia’s Pov

As I tried to lift my eyes, they felt heavy like they were glued to my face. I had no idea where I was or how much time had passed. Everything hurt, and I felt like I was going to puke. Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed a white ceiling and white walls, indicating that I was in a hospital.

My first thought was of my baby, so I reached out to touch my baby’s hump. However, my hand braised on what appeared to be a scar, and I winced in pain.

A familiar voice said, “Thalia, oh my G*d, you’re awake.”

Maggie took her phone and instantly contacted Nestor, notifying him that I was awake.

“Maggie, what happened to my baby? What happened to my baby? Where is my baby?” I sobbed.

“Calm down, Thalia, the doctor will be here soon,” she assured me, ignoring my questions.

I attempted to take a seat but failed terribly. Everything felt as if I’d been sprayed with boiling water. “Where is my baby?” I kept asking.

The door opened and the doctor walked in. I attempted to get up again and asked him where my baby was.

“What happened to my child? Please tell me where she is?” I was frightened out of my mind. I vividly could remember how hard I’d hit myself and the blood that was on the floor. Something was wrong, and no one was telling me.

The doctor checked my vitals and ignored my cries for my baby and my questions. He explained why I was in the hospital and the life-saving C-section that I underwent but I was not paying attention.

“Can you please tell me where my child is?”

“Miss Thalia, everything appears to be okay for the time being, but I would like you to relax,” the doctor urged while Maggie just stood in the corner.

“I will calm down when you tell me where my baby is?” I replied.

“Your baby is alive but I’m sorry to say this but your baby is undergoing surgery to correct the bile duct… we confirmed congenital liver failure,” he finally replied.

I locked my gaze on him, then shifted my gaze to Magie, who was just looking down, her eyes welling up with tears.

I laughed a little and focused on the doctor.

“I apologize, Miss, but rest assured that the top hepatologist in the country is on the job,” he went on to say

I wanted everything to be a nightmare, so I slowly lifted my hand and winced as I pinched myself. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized I was doomed to be unhappy for the rest of my life. Every time was a s*itstorm, but what sin did my baby commit? Then it hit me: all the missed doctor’s appointments, the neglect, and scans. The sperm we stole and the three lives we ruined. We were definitely getting punished.

“I killed my baby, and it was all my fault,” I sobbed.

Maggie approached me and attempted to hug me, but I shrugged. I didn’t need sympathy because I felt worthless. Brandon was correct; I was a complete m*ron who always managed to destroy or lose anything that came into contact with my clumsy hands.

“Miss, the baby is still alive, and the surgery might be a success and the specialist will come in and explain once he is done,” the doctor urged, but I simply folded my arms and continued to cry.

He left the room after encouraging me to have hope. But I knew I was being punished and the baby was paying for my sins, so hope was the last thing I wanted to hold on to.

“Thalia all we have to do is pray for the baby and the success of the surgery. The baby will be alright,” Maggie said.

I turned and slowly got up ignoring the pain that I was in. “Pray to who exactly?” I asked.

“G*d, Thalia,”

I chuckled and almost burst out laughing, “Where was he when my baby was getting infected, so he punished my baby and then sat around waiting for me to pray?” I asked, pi*sed.

*Thalia I know this is difficult, but…”

“But what???” I yelled at her. She just stared at me without saying a word. I knew I was being unfair to her and that she only wanted to help but I did not like her prayer topic. If she wanted to pray, she was free to but had no right to bring it up with me.

The door opened and Nestor walked in, he had probably heard everything from his facial expression but as usual, he chose to ignore it.

“Hey Thalia, how are you doing?” He asked and took a seat on the bed.

“I…I…,” I stammered not knowing how to reply, everything was a mess.

“It’s all my fault, Nestor,” I cried. He moved over and drew a hug while I cried. ”It’s not your fault Thalia,” he tried to comfort me but I pushed him away.

“Would you shut up for a second, both of you just shut up!” I yelled at them like a l*natic. My eyes were almost popping out while my breathing became audibly tense.

“Thalia, just calmed down for a minute?”

“Cut with the c*ap already, you both know it’s my fault, I neglected the baby. It’s all my thought that the baby is on the operating table and not in here with me. I did not go for my appointments, say it, say it!” I yelled at both of them.

There was quietness with Nestor’s eyes fixed on the floor.

“For once be honest! And stop being overly nice, just say it!”

“Alright, Thalia, what do you want to hear?” Nestor yelled.

“Son please no,” Maggie tried to stop him but he yelled at her, “Mom, no you are not the one that had to deal with her s*upidity!”

“Ooh, now we get to see the real Nestor!” I replied.