Halley Gomez had spent her entire life escaping her nightmares thus that she'd never remembered them, but she had no notion that those flashes of her contained a significant part of her past.
Abbey Martinez, experiencing hypertrophic cardiomyopathy...
Greg laid Tricia in the front seat of his car and drove her to the nearest hospital swiftly, but cautious still.
Once they arrived at the hospital and Tricia was being examined, Greg phoned Gio to take care of the car situation. He also asked him to bring Abbey directly to the hospital.
He'd prefer to do all the explaining there rather than over the line.
Tricia was admitted the same night due her body temperature was alarmingly high while she was on the verge of being anemic.
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Greg was waiting anxiously outside Tricia's room when the doctor emerged, "Doc, how is she?" he asked.
"So, Mr. Martinez, I suppose you are her husband?" he asks, returning his gaze to his clipboard.
"I am, Doc," says Greg.
"Okay. It appears that your wife has been staying up late for days," the doctor fixed his gaze on him as if he was the one who was to blame.
"Is she all right? How long should she be admitted?"
"In my estimation, it should only take two to three days. As what I have said, based on my examination wala siya masyadong tulog. We just want to monitor her since she's dehydrated and anemic," the doctor replied.
"Does she require any medication? Would she be able to return to work once she was discharged?" Greg asked again.
"Your wife needs rest, Mr. Martinez. When she experiences headaches later, Tylenol might help, but the most important thing is for her to get some rest. Perhaps a few days would be great."
"Thank you, Doc. Is it possible for me to see her?"
"You may do so, but she is currently asleep. Take care of your wife; she, by the way, needs a lot of fluids."
He nodded, "Thanks, Doc."
"Excuse me," the doctor left.
Greg took a deep breath and cleared his mind before turning the knob.
There he saw her right away, laying on the hospital bed. She slept soundly with her lips slightly apart, an IV in her left hand.
He approached her then sat in the foldable chair alongside her bed.
Greg was staring at Tricia, admiring every feature of her face. He couldn't help but clasp her free hand in his and begin slowly and gently caressing it.
Countless thoughts ran through his mind: You asked me to let you go but you didn't ask me if I'm ready to do so. How can I let you go now, Tricia? I gave you all my love, I gave you everything. My world only revolves around you and our kids.
