My blood pounded in my ears and my heart raced a million times faster than it should've. I was anxious, tipsy, unsettled, just standing there, tapping my foot on the floor and chewing on my lips as I watched the light ascend the circular buttons on the elevator. I didn't understand why he all of a sudden wanted to see me but I didn't ask, after the call last night, I rushed down here the next morning, feeling a little guilty for lying to Killian but it was a necessary evil.
The elevator arrived on the VIP floor and I scrambled out as soon as the doors slid open. Room 16 was just around the corner. The two guards standing by the door nodded for me to enter but I stood there for a moment, valiantly attempting to calm down and gather my thoughts. When my heart steadied to its regular rhythm, and I could breathe normally, I sort to open the door, but someone on the other end beat me to it.
The door opened and revealed a doctor. "You must be Mrs. Fobster. The one I spoke to on the phone last night?"
I nodded. "Yes, that's me. How is my grandfather-in-law?"
His shoulders dropped. He had a sad look on his face, the kind of look you did not want to see on a doctor's face. "All I can say for now is that he is in a very critical condition."
My eyebrows pulled together as I processed his words. "What do you mean he's in a critical condition?" I snapped irritably. "I thought you said the heart transplant was a success?"
"It was." His gray eyes were bleak as he ran his hand through his hair. "But it's been over a month and evidently, his body is beginning to reject the heart."
Deep ragged breaths escaped my throat as I tried to fathom what I had just heard. "Then-then get a new one. His family can afford it."
"I've already put in word but finding a new heart donor might take months, and I'm afraid months is what he doesn't have."
Something felt like it was squeezing my heart. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Are you saying he's going to die?"
"Statistically speaking, yes." He sighed. "But at this point, there isn't much we can do but hope he responds to treatment."
He couldn't die. If something happened to him, Killian would...no way! my subconscious metaphorically screamed at me. I couldn't let that thought form in my head. "Is it okay for me to go and see him now?"
He nodded. "Yes, he's been demanding for you."
"Thanks," my voice was shaking. I wasn't sure what I was thanking him for, but the word flew out of me because it was the only word that I could think about.
When he left, I took a deep, steadying breath and shook my head before pushing the door open.
My heart hammered as I made my way toward the bed. God, it was much worst than I'd thought.
I couldn't tell if he was asleep because his eyes were closed but his body looked lifeless with the amounts of tubes and added monitors attached to it.
He seemed to have noticed my presence along the line because his eyes snapped open, a groan moving past his lips as he turned his head to me. "Hope..."
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Romance18+ ❝ I'm a man of great restraint but seeing you like this is pushing the boundaries of my self control, so bad that I might just pin you against this wall and fuck the life right out of you. ❞ ******* San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an e...