Kai's POV
Zander's still body winches as the nurse secures an IV to his arm. I couldn't tell which was worse seeing him in a recovery position with a half-inch needle in his arm or watching oxygen being delivered to him.
The nurse practitioner didn't even have to tell me that it was alcohol poisoning, I had the vomit stains on my clothes to prove it.
"Why is he having cold sweats? " I fretted about how pale-faced, and sickly he looked.
"His blood sugar is low from his liver working overtime to break down the alcohol in his system ." She explains.
"When will the sweating stop? " I ask.
"Don't worry, I'm adding dextrose to his drip. The sweats will stop in a few hours." She says, injecting a clear liquid into the drip.
Satisfied with the nurse's bedside manner, I step outside to clear my head.
For someone wanting to become a doctor, I oddly suffered a certain level of discomfort in a hospital. I had lived out most of my teen years waiting in hospital lobbies. When my mom's cancer was gone the first time, I promised myself I wouldn't step foot in a hospital again unless it was to help people.
I never imagined that I would've scored a husband before that could happen.
I was so angry with Zander that I couldn't see that he drinking himself to death. Gosh, I can't believe he could be so stupid.
" Kai? " I look back to a worried Jane approaching me ."I came as soon as I got your voice-mail." She says.
"What's wrong with him ?" She asks in a high-pitched tone.
"It's alcohol poisoning, he was binge drinking and I-I didn't even know." I break into tears.
"Ooh, sweetheart you can't blame yourself."
" I can't help it, " I sob ."What kind of person ignores their husband for almost a month? "
"Kai, " she pauses and hugs me. " I'll not have you blaming yourself for Zander being a bonehead."
Jane spends the rest of the evening cursing Zander. I still didn't know how she managed to think of so many words to call him stupid.
It looks as if she has more to say, but I stop her.
"Jane ... I know your joking, but don't you say another word to insult my husband."
She stares at me widely, but smiles ." Alright, I won't say anything more. "
One or two minutes passed when the nurse comes to me in the waiting room. "Mr.Storm's condition is better now, I suspect that he'll wake up in a few hours."
"You suspect? " I ask.
"His vitals are back to normal, but it will take him a few hours to regain consciousness." She replies.
I breathe, relieved that he's . . . that he is at least in a stable condition.
"Thank you," I tell her.
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From Hate Flourishes Love
RomanceKai Summers is a Afro-Caribbean born immigrant to the US. Kai is humble and one of the sweetest persons you will ever meet although his living situations aren't ideal - Kai has his mind set on making the best for his future. He is an aspiring doctor...
