Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 28: What Can I Say...?

"Malakhi, go fetch my medical bag in her room, hurry," Anin yelled, and Malakhi dashed away.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, and I felt like I was being pulled in and out of my body. I didn't mind Anin's touch; it was gentler than Malakhi's, which felt like it burnt me; however, it brought no relief to my aching body. I tried to form sentences, but I could only deliver incoherent stutters.

"It's cold," I whispered despite feeling insanely hot at the same time. "It hurts," I choked out as my tears rolled down endlessly down my face.

I lay on my side, trying to find warmth from my body, but all I felt was pure pain shooting through my body.

"Shh, don't talk. I'm here with you, sweetheart," Anin mumbled softly as she rocked me; she repeatedly wiped my tears, but no matter how many times she wiped, I kept crying. It felt like torture. What the hell is going on?

I drifted in and out of sleep. I could hear Anin and Malakhi talking in the distance; I didn't know what they were saying. It all sounded like mumbled rubbish, and I couldn't be interested.

Everything just felt irrelevant right now. I held my belly, praying to God that my baby was okay. That I was just the only one who felt this pain.

When I opened my eyes for that second, I saw Nyleve standing over me with a worried expression. When did she get here? It felt like mere seconds had passed when I opened my eyes again. Nyleve and Miall stood in the room, and she looked greatly disappointed in him; she slapped him and stormed out of the room.

Why did she slap him?

Unable to ask, I tried reaching out to them, but the fatigue just overtook me. Where am I? What was happening here? Why was it so quiet and peaceful here? Imagine raising my baby in this peaceful place, they wouldn't have to go through what I have, I smiled happily as I touched my belly softly. I want to stay here forever.

I opened my eyes again, and my eyelids didn't shut immediately this time. I looked around the room, and everything was still the same. I must have a really bad allergic reaction to something.

I could feel a weight on the right side of the bed; I looked at the source of the weight and found Miall sleeping, not peacefully though. His eyebrows were knitted into a frown and I wondered what could have stressed him so much.

I gently threaded my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp slowly; maybe this would help eliminate that frown. I smiled happily because of the cute groan he sighed. Also, he was here sleeping, waiting for me; my heart felt like it was about to burst.

Miall groaned as he stirred awake and I removed my fingers from his head as he slowly sat straight, he looked at me and looked around the room sleepily before snapping his head back to me.

"You're awake," he said, staring at me and I couldn't contain the smile that broke on my face, he looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Amanah, goddess, you're awake," he sighed, relieved as he pulled me into his arms.

I sat there trying to understand what was happening. I was not complaining, but I felt a bit lost. I inhaled his smell and sighed happily. He smelled clean as if he had bathed before coming here.

"You look pretty," I commented as I took in his attire, and he hugged me tightly. "What was this? Did you catch feelings already?" I joked.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled on top of my head as he kissed the top of my head. "I'm so sorry, Amanah," he chanted like prayer, and I giggled as I pulled away from his hold.

"Why are you sorry? It was just an allergic reaction," I smiled. "At least I think so, but I'm okay," I looked up at him, his hands gently stroking my hair.

Something was weird about him, his manners, the way he hugged me and his soft voice, it was all wrong.

Miall stared at me without saying anything, everything in my head was a bit hazy, but I ignored the feeling because I had Miall right here with me, worried about me. I knew I was not the one he fancied, but just having him here with me made me feel noticed by him, like I had a chance.

Maybe it would all work out one day between us, and we could actually be together.

"No, Amanah," he said, and I looked up to stare at him. Is he rejecting me again? Could this man actually read my mind?

"Huh?" I asked, baffled; my smile turned into a confused grin.

"I mean, it wasn't an allergic reaction," he said as he looked away from me.

"Then what was it?"

"Huh?" He looked at me, I hadn't noticed how his eyes held so much guilt in them, like he wanted to tell me something but didn't know how to.

Was it him? Was the fleeting thought I had right before I passed out actually true?

"What was it, Miall?" I panicked. "Was I poisoned by that old pervert man?" I pressed on further as I leaned in a bit closer to him. "Oh shit, I was! Is my baby okay?"

I frantically touched my belly, feeling if it was still all there. "Miall!" I cried out. He held my hands and brought them to his lips.

"Our baby is okay, and you weren't poisoned," he clarified, and a relieved sigh left my lips.

"Oh, thank God," I said happily. Miall pressed his forehead on my hands. "Are you okay?"

"Amanah, I have to tell you something," he spoke so softly I almost didn't hear him. "Please promise me to listen to what I have to say first, and then you could give me your response."

"Okay, I promise," I said, smiling, and he gulped. "I bet it's not that bad," I said, and he smiled sadly.

"It is," he whispered, and it was my turn to gulp. "Remember when you left me that night at the welcoming party?"

"Yes, after I twerked on you," I said happily.

"Yes, but please let me say this," I nodded and motioned for him to go on. However, he said stuff I hadn't imagined he would ever say to me, not even in a thousand years.

My smile died with every word he said, and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. I watched him and paid attention to everything he said. I watched his expression, yes there was a lot of remorse and guilt but was any of it real?

He was a liar.

Was this the shit I really woke up to? What a huge contrast, from the peaceful sleep I had to this crap that was being handed over to me on a silver plate. Never in a million ways would I have ever thought of him doing what he did.

"Amanah, I'm really sorry," he whimpered, and I just stared at him despite my vision being blurred by my tears. He's apologising? "Amanah, please say something," he whispered, and I giggled, looking away. I didn't even bother wiping my tears this time.

What gives? All this man did was hurt me at every opportunity he got.

"What can I say?" I cocked my head to the side. "What can I say to make you feel better, Miall?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I'm not asking you to make me feel better," he said, and that was bullshit!

When people asked you to say something after they betrayed you, took your feelings for shit and trampled over any kindness you gave them, they wanted you to make them feel better for being shitty people.

Damn him and his apology.

"All I can really say is that while my baby and I were almost dying, you were fucking your girlfriend without a care in the whole universe of the consequences, and you want me to tell you it's okay?" I asked, amusedly hurt, because what the fuck!

"Ama—"

"No, just go," I sighed, shaking my head. I didn't want to hear any more apologies from him.

I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. I had to stop waiting on him.

A/N. This is a rollercoaster and it's about to get crazier!

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