Serenity | Fragile Hearts

chapter 7- very sick

Aila

I handed out as much CV's as I could before I gave up and made my way back to my apartment.

I didn't give up easily though. It was a difficult decision.

But my body couldn't take it anymore. As the day progressed, I started to feel like death. Like a walking zombie with no energy whatsoever.

My body ached tremendously as it screamed for rest. Not to mention, it was burning like fire.

I never really got sick. As a mom, you just had to push through it. But if I was being honest- I didn't know if I could.

Hot tears flooded my vision as I made my way to my bathroom to take the longest hot shower possible.

When you were running a fever, you weren't supposed to take a hot shower, as it could just harbor it more. But fuck it. I needed some relief.

After 30 minutes- I reluctantly put on a pair of pj's and threw myself on the couch. I drifted away before I knew it.

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third person pov

It's been a few hours since Aila fell asleep on the couch, her fever only rising.

Ms. Rosie took Sofie to the park to play for a little before it started to rain. As a result, they made their way home where they saw Aila sleeping soundly on the couch.

Sofie looked at her mom with complete concern. She was young, but could tell her mom wasn't feeling well and was worried about her. She started to tear up.

"Ms. Rosie, can you call the guy?" she begged the older woman. When Ms. Rosie herself saw the condition Aila was in, she wasted no time reaching in her bag for the paper and dialing the number.

It rung for a few seconds before someone picked it up.

"Grey" a dark voice answered.

"Hello Mr. Grey. It's Rosie, the woman from the coffee shop." She started off in a shaker voice.

"I wasn't going to call you, but I didn't have any other choice. Look, I'm desperate right now. Sofie's mother isn't doing well. Is there any way you could be so kind to take us to the nearest doctor? We don't have cars. Taxi's don't come this side of town. I can pay you back for the gas and the ride. We just need to get her to the doctor asap" she said in a concerned tone.

Grey
Fuckity fuck.

What did I get myself into?

The concern in the woman's voice only made my decision more clear.

Normally, I wouldn't really give my attention to some random ass people. But it's been clear that this person needed help.

Fuckkk. I screamed internally as I raced to my car and sped to the address the woman gave me.

As I made my way to the outskirts of the city, the gps brought me to a old brick building. It wasn't the worst, but it certainly didn't look appealing at all.

Throwing my thoughts aside, I raced out of the car with a medical bag in tow. I was at the med unit when she called, so I threw what I could into a random backpack and left.

I knocked on the apartment door and the old woman opened it within seconds. Beside her, the child appeared, holding onto her leg.

"My- my mommy is sick. Can you fix her?" She sobbed out, scared.

Something in me stirred. It brought me back to the time Charlotte was sick. I sighed and bent down to match the girl's height; hopefully I was less intimidating.

"I promise, I will try." I told her softly. she sniffled and nodded, as tears continued to leak from her eye.

"Cmon Rosie, let's let the man in." She told me as she moved to the side and motioned for me to enter.

I didn't have time to take in the apartment, because the small lump on the couch caught my attention.

"I'll just wake her up real quick and help her get dressed and we can go." The lady said frantically as she went over to the couch.

I shook my head. "It's fine. You don't need to wake her" I told her.

She gave me a confused look. "How are we going to get her help? No offense, but she needs a doctor"

"I am a doctor." I told her.

She looked shocked. "Oh wow, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know that." She replied, embarrassment quite obvious on her face.

"It's fine."

"You can check her out." She said anxiously.

I took that and made my way to her. She was curled up on the couch in fetal position. Her skin was pale and tiny sweat bubbles were visible all on her forehead. From the blanket, I could see her arm peeking out with the bandage from yesterday.

I opened the bag and grabbed a thermometer. Before I could, she woke up from the sudden movement. Her eyes went wide for a second before she punched me in the nose and grabbed the remote near her, holding it up like a weapon.

"Ow, what the fuck?" I yelled out as I grabbed my nose in pain. For a petite woman, she packed a punch. She got me good.

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" She screamed out crazily.

"Calm down! Your mom called me after she met me at the coffee shop. Your daughter recognized me." I told her in a snarky tone. "Can you put the fucking control down?" I screamed back to her.

As if it was an actual threat. I could have that out her hand in seconds.

She sighed and put the remote down and let out a cough.

"Thanks, but I don't need you." She said in a dark tone. "I'm good. I'll be back to myself in a few days." she said stubbornly.

I nodded. "Seems about right. Until you let an untreated infection turn into pneumonia." I replied back to her.

Before she could spit out a comeback- her face turned green and she was running to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and went after her.

She fell to the ground and began throwing up uncontrollably. I held her hair and rubbed her back gently.

"This is gross, you may want to leave" she said in between heaving.

"Trust me, I've seen much worse."