Chapter 95
Callum paced the sterile hospital corridor, pulling at his necktie. He had never felt more helpless in his life. Well, maybe this wasn’t the first, but nonetheless, every moment he feared in his life involved Ciara.
He glanced through the small window in the door, seeing Ciara lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and her eyes closed. The sight of her like this tore at his heart.
When he received a call that she had been sent to the hospital, it didn’t matter that he was in the middle of an important meeting. When he entered Ciara’s life again after everything they had been through, He had already promised himself that he would always put his family above everything else.
But it looks like things haven’t been going the way he was hoping things would.
Louis, Ciara’s older brother, stormed down the hallway; his face was obviously masked in fury. Chance and Serra trailed behind him, their expressions a mix of concern and perhaps stress. As soon as Louis saw Callum, he erupted.
“How could this happen?” Louis shouted, his voice echoing through the corridor. They were in a private place, so there were only a few nurses who were present. “Why didn’t anyone notice what was going on with her? How did she end up here?”
All three of Ciara’s siblings watched her from the entrance and didn’t dare to enter. They were already told that she was unconscious, so they just wanted her to rest and get more sleep.
Callum clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his composure. He knew that Louis had never fully trusted him, even after he married Ciara again. And he couldn’t blame him. What Ciara had gone through in the past was something that Callum felt responsible for every day. And not to mention that these events have been hurting CiaraProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
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“I didn’t see it coming,” Callum admitted, his voice strained. “I tried to help her, but she wouldn’t open up to me. I didn’t realize it was this bad.”
Louis stepped closer, his eyes blazing with anger. “You didn’t realize? She’s your wife, Callum! You should have known something was wrong!”
Serra placed a gentle hand on Louis’s arm. “Louis, yelling at Callum won’t help Ciara right now.”
But Louis shook her off, his focus still on Callum. “This isn’t about yelling, Serra. This is about my sister ending up in the hospital because no one was paying attention to her.”
Callum understood what he meant. And surely, he was so guilty. He should have asked Ciara to go to the hospital when he started noticing that something was going on. He focused on the part that Ciara had always been so independent that he seemed to have forgotten that this may also become a reason for her to get hurt.
Chance, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up. “We’re all worried about Ciara, Louis. But I think you need to calm down a bit for now. Your voice is too loud; you might wake her up.”
Louis glared at Callum for a moment longer before finally stepping back, his anger simmering but contained. “Fine. But this isn’t over. We need to talk about what happens next.”
The tension in the air was palpable as they all waited outside Ciara’s room. Callum kept glancing at her through the window, praying she would wake up soon. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Serra standing beside him.
“Callum, you need to rest a bit. Cara was already home, and I am not sure if she knows that her mother is at the hospital right now,” Serra said softly.
Callum’s stomach started churning. Right. Cara. If their daughter finds out what happened, she will be so sad.
“Ciara is strong, Callum. Trust her,” Serra added.
“I know,” Callum replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish I could have done more.”
“You’re doing what you can now, and we all know that. Even Louis knows that, so stop beating yourself too much. We all know you will be there for her,” Serra assured him. “That’s what matters.”
They all turned as a doctor approached them, a serious expression on her face. “Mr. Callum and family, can we talk for a moment?”
They all followed him, as they all wanted to know her condition. Callum’s heart pounded in his chest as they all took seats around a table.
“How is she, doctor?” Callum asked anxiously.
The doctor sighed, looking at each of them in turn. “She is stable now, but she’s been under a lot of stress. Her body and mind are exhausted. She’s going to need a lot of rest and support to recover.”
Louis clenched his fists, the anger returning to his face. “What caused this? How did it get this bad?”
The doctor hesitated before answering. “It seems she’s been dealing with a lot of emotional trauma. Nightmares,. stress. We don’t know. Unresolved grief? But what we are sure of is that it’s taken a toll on her m**al and physical health.”
Callum felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had known she was struggling, but he hadn’t realized the extent of her pain. Was it all because of what happened to their last baby?
“What can we do to help her?” Chance asked, his voice steady.
“She needs a calm and supportive environment,” the doctor said. “She might benefit from therapy to help her deal
with her trauma. I think it’s something that you can try to bring up with her. But, after she wakes up, we will still take a few more tests, ask her a few more questions, and follow up, just in case”
Louis nodded, his expression softening slightly.
As the doctor left, Louis turned to Callum. “I’m still angry, Callum. But I also know that out of everyone in here, you are the only person with the best chance to deal with this. You know how stubborn your wife can be”
Callum met Louis’s gaze, grateful for the slight thaw in his hostility, “I’ll do anything for her, Louis. I promise”
“Well, you better. My sister had gone through so much already. Ah, f**k!”
They returned to Clara’s room, and Callum took a seat beside her bed, holding her hand gently. He could feel the weight of his responsibility pressing down on him, but he was determined to do better and to be there for her in every way she needed.
Hours passed, and Ciara began to stir. Callum leaned closer, whispering her name softly, “Clara, can you hear me?”
Her
eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the room, confusion clouding her gaze, “Callum? Where… where
am 17”
“You’re in the hospital, baby,” Callum said gently. “You had a bit of a scare, but you’re going to be okay”
Clara seemed a bit confused for a second, but slowly, realization seemed to start sinking in, and tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Callum. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Shh, don’t apologize,” he whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You did nothing wrong, baby, It’s my fault; I failed to notice that something was going on with you.”
Ciara bit her lower lip as she felt so guilty. She knew that Callum would start to feel guilty, and that was not something she wanted to happen.
But even then, she also knew that she wasn’t doing fine.
It’s riot that you failed to notice. It’s just that something is wrong with me, and that’s my fault. She wanted to speak out, but she stopped herself since she noticed that her siblings were there.
However, fear was clouding her as the thought came back to her.
She’s afraid. She’s afraid to try to get pregnant again. It’s because they all die.