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“Madison, stop acting.”
He stared at the lifeless body in his arms and touched her cheek. She was cold. Shaking, he screamed, “Call the doctor!”
A terrified Brent quickly called the family doctor.
Hunter was distressed. He thought that half an hour of standing under the cold shower was a enough punishment without pushing her to her limits. Why did this happen to her?
He started taking off her clothes to administer first aid.
Thankfully, she was still breathing, albeit her breaths were shallow.
Hunter thought he was familiar with every nook and cranny of Madison’s body, but It was his first time seeing the scar on her lower abdomen.
He was aware that she went under the knife without anesthesia due to her allergy. Waiting outside the operating theater, Hunter heard her screams of pain from within. He knew of the layers of her skin that were sutured and the amount of stitches. she received on that day.
Apart from the wound on the abdomen, Madison suffered a new injury on her inner left arm. He suddenly recalled that she once visited the hospital on the day Andrea made a scene.
He thought Madison merely suffered from some minor abrasions from that day, but he was shocked to discover the long scar.
For someone who had a fear of pain, how did she manage to suffer in silence and brush it off later?
Pursing his lips, he remembered Madison’s words before she blacked out. Her words felt like a stab to his heart.
He changed her into pajamas and ramped up the heating in the room as he hugged her tightly.
Soon, Brent arrived with Chris Atkins, and the two men instinctively backed out when they saw Hunter hugging Madison.
Hunter barked, “Get the fuck back! Check up on her!”
“Of course, Mr. Williams.” Chris was Hunter’s family doctor. His presence was only required for minor issues, such as a bruise on the arm or a twisted ankle because Madison was always in good shape.
He always joked that she was as fit as a fiddle, but after two years of not seeing her, he found her lying feebly on the bed, looking as pale as a ghost.
Chris summed up the diagnosis, “Mr. Williams, based on my initial assessment, Mrs. Williams passed out because her body was too weak. She was exposed to the cold just now, so she had to be kept warm to avoid running a fever. The wounds on her wrists are superficial injuries, but they need to be treated carefully.”
“She’s weak?” Madison did appear quite unwell some time ago, but she should have recovered from the flu by now.
“That’s right. Her heart rate and pulse are below average, and she shows symptoms of heartburn too. I’m not an expert like my mentor, though. If you are free, you should send Mrs. Williams to the hospital for a detailed check–up.”
Then, Chris pulled out the needle that he had inserted for blood sampling. “I collected her blood to run some tests at the hospital. We’ll need to find out if this is a viral or bacterial infection before we can administer the right treatment.”
“Good.”
It was a torturous night for Madison, who had a long dream. In the dream, she ran into a young man in a white shirt at the school field for the first time. It was love at first sight for her.
They met for the second time when he saved her from drowning. She vividly remembered the excitement and joy that filled her body. In a moment of panic, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body sensed the muscular build of his, which caused her to blush in embarrassment.
After that, they fell in love with each other and went into a relationship. When they were together, he doted on her like never before.
It would have been nice for the dream to end at that point to save her from the ensuing suffering.
Hunter watched as she frowned and mumbled in her sleep, “My baby! Hunter Williams, give me back my baby!”
She went on, “Hunter, I will give up my life for you. Please let me go. Hunter…”
Every single remark was related to him and full of resentment. He reached out to take her hand and mumbled, “Madie, how can I free you when nobody could free me?”
He was worried that by letting go, he’d lose his only connection to her.
Her hand was scathing hot. Just like Chris had predicted, she was running a fever.
Hunter put a fever plaster on her forehead and prepared some pills for her. But he was interrupted by Brent, who barged in without knocking.
“Mr. Williams, we got the results of the blood test! All of Mrs. Williams’s indices were lower than the average. The count of her red and white blood cells was especially low!
“Dr. Atkins said that she could not run a fever because her white blood cell count was at 2.3. A fever can be fatal for her! She needs a Neulasta injection right away!”
“W–What did you say?” The pills in Hunter’s hand were scattered all over the floor.
To Hunter, Madison was the symbol of vitality. Hence, he was flustered when Brent mentioned the potentially fatal condition that she was in.
Brent went up to him and showed him the photos of the blood test results on the phone. Apart from the blood cell count, Madison had a lower–than–average count for the other lymphatic cells.
Hunter tried to grasp the consequences of his actions in full. He remembered her desperate screaming when he left her alone in the bathroom.
Feeling disoriented, he replied, “Well, she’s running a fever now.”
“That’s bad. We need to get her to the hospital.”
“Get the car.” Hunter recalled how Madison had always shown up wrapped in a thick down jacket. That was rather unusual because she had only worn thin wool coats during the past winters to look good.
It finally dawned on him. She wasn’t faking her illness all this time.
He clumsily wrapped her up in layers of clothing, seemingly worried that the cold air might seep in.
She looked both pitiful and lovable due to her flushed cheeks. This was not her first fever, so why would it be particularly fatal for her?
When he lifted her in his arms, his chest tightened because he realized that she lost a lot of weight.
Hunter rushed Madison to a private hospital in the dark of the night. Chris came over with the blood test results and opined, “Mr. Williams, I’ve had a better idea of her condition. Mrs. Williams needs a Neulasta injection first because she’s in a critical condition.”
Hunter was holding on to the feverish Madison from the moment he arrived at the hospital, and she was mumbling nonstop.
With a hand on her belly, she extended the other hand to grasp at the air. “Hunter, save me! Save our baby!”
She was hooked to an IV drip via the back of her right hand. So he had to stop her hand from moving around to prevent the needle from coming loose.
She grabbed his hand desperately. Her contorted face finally relaxed a little as her anxiety melted into a relieved smile.
“Sweetie, Mommy has found you at last! Are you blaming me because I didn’t protect you well? Don’t you worry; Mommy will be with you very soon.”
Upon hearing her feverish mumble, Hunter’s frown deepened. He instructed, “Brent, get Connor here. Just tell them that I missed him.”
“Will do.”
Hunter only had faith in his efforts–not fate or luck.