Chapter 9: Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Amidst the sterile white halls of the bustling hospital, a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant murmurs formed a dissonant backdrop to the unfolding emergency. The nurse’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and trembling with the weight of the situation as she guided the resident doctor toward the accident and emergency ward, where Hazel lay, her condition hanging in the balance. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too harsh, too unforgiving for the gravity of the moment.

Hazel was wheeled in. She lay there feebly on the hospital bed. Her swollen belly protruded beneath the hospital gown like a precious cargo, both vulnerable and resilient.

“There was an accident,” the nurse explained briefing the doctor on the way.

Hazel listened while she battled with unconsciousness, it was hard to remain awake. Weakly, she implored, “Please, save my babies.” Her words, a fragile plea, hung in the air like a prayer.

The young doctor, his eyes a mosaic of concern and compassion, approached Hazel’s bedside. His voice, calm and reassuring, served as an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. “What is your name?” he asked with a calming smile.

“Hazel,” came her weak reply.

“Don’t worry, Hazel. You’re in the hands of capable professionals.”

As he inquired further, his gentle demeanor remained unwavering. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice softened by empathy.

“About ten months,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“Your overdue for delivery,” the doctor acknowledged, his face etched with a mixture of sympathy and resolve.

With a trembling voice, Hazel clung to a singular plea, her eyes filled with maternal devotion. “Just save my babies; they’re more important.”

urgency,

The medical team, their faces a mosaic of determination, swung into action with the precision born of years of training. They administered treatments with a sense of the rhythmic beeping of machines serving as a haunting reminder of the fragility of life. The doctor, keenly aware of the gravity of the situation, made a swift decision. “Prepare her for surgery,” he instructed, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. With those words, he left the ward, disappearing into the labyrinthine corridors, where the operating room awaited, a realm where miracles and heartaches intersected.

As he exited the ward, a concerned Noah approached the doctor, his expression marked by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. “Doctor, please, do whatever it takes to save her life.”

The doctor, momentarily pausing in his hurried stride, inquired with genuine curiosity, “Are you related to the woman? She’s in danger. We need the family to sign. It might get to the stage where it’s her life or that of her child.” The nurse spoke urgently. “We need the go–ahead from a family relative,” he urged. “The husband or father.”

“I’m the father; I’ll sign. Hazel would choose her kids instead.” Noah rushed out. “Alright then. We can proceed.”

Noah was shaken but resolute, knowing she had no one; he shook his head. “Whatever happens to her, I carry that burden.”

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With a beany heart the doctor offered a candid assessment of the situation. Well, I’ll be honest with you. Her pregnancy is already overdue, and the trauma from the accident

surgery a ruky endeavor at this moment. She’s weakened and the CT scan has revealed that the position of her babies is nothing short of precarious. Well marshal every resource at our disposal but you must also prepare for the stark possiblity of the worst” He stared silently grappling with the gravity of the situation, then nodded solemnly. He sank into a nearby chan where the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon his shoulders

In the midst of the hospital’s tense

bere a distraught woman suddenly burst into the

waiting area, her breathless voice carrying the echoes of desperation. Noch Is she okay? Chloe panted, her words a fratic plea for reassurance

Noah met the Chloe’s gaze. His own epres betrayed a contact of hope and fear as he said. “It’s risky. They might not make it He said sadly

“Oh no” the uttered sadly making into the seat next to him

Noah saf in silence, his thoughts involuntary rearing back

painful memory, the most

dreadful of his life. The day when fate had been merciless robbing him of his own wide and unbor offspring in a similarly tragic accident. Seeing Hazel lying there helplessly reminded him of what he had lost

Now, as he buried his face in his hands, the wodić

as he buried his face in his hands, the world around him faded into insignicance. He fervently whispered a silent prayer desperately hoping that this time. fate would show a more merciful face and that the young woman would emerge from this ordeal her children cradled safely in her arms.

They sat there in silence. The woman next to him reached out, squeezing his palm be She knew of his history and understood way be was afered Ezzel reminded h wife. They’ll be fine. You’ll see. And Noah, what happened that might was reassured, squeezing his hand lighdy

“Thank you,” he replied calmly squeezing back

your famil” She

They sat that way for hours. Ending solace in each other’s presence as they waited for news that would determine the fate of the woman they both cared for deeply.

Finally, the surgery lights dimmed, and the doors swing open revealing the exhausted surgeons. Noah rose to his feet and hurriedly followed them

Chloe cast a fleeting glance in his direction hereges Eed with concern. “She’s alive. although she’s not our of danger yet. She had twins. One is healthy and thriving, but the other… The doctor’s voice trailed off heavy with a sig

Noah’s voice quivered with sorrow as he sought clarification. She lost one of the babies?” The doctor nodded solemnly, his gaze filled with empathy. It was stillborn. I’m truly sorry.” he replied before turning to walk away, leaving the weight of that painful revelation hanging

in the air

Noah trudged back sadly watching as an unconscious Hazel was wheeled out of there theatre and into the observation ward.