Third Person Pov:
The door creaked open, announcing the arrival of the doctor, his presence a fleeting relief in the tense atmosphere.
"Mr Moretti, please, have a seat," the doctor calmly suggested, motioning towards a chair.
Darian, however, stood firm, his eyes locked on the doctor.
Impatience simmered beneath his skin, threatening to spill over.
"Just do your job and see what's wrong with my wife," he demanded, the edges of his words sharpened with frustration.
In that moment, the weight of responsibilities seemed to overshadow any semblance of civility.
The doctor, unfazed by the brusqueness, continued with his examination.
He checked Sera's temperature, observed her erratic breathing, and meticulously noted every detail.
His clinical gaze clashed with Darian's intensity, a silent duel between professionalism and impatience.
"There's nothing to worry about, Mr Moretti. I'll do my best to diagnose her condition,"
the doctor reassured, his voice a soothing contrast to the tension in the room. Darian, however, remained unconvinced, his protective instincts flaring.
"I don't pay you to run your mouth. Just find out what's wrong and fix it,"
Darian retorted, the sternness in his voice betraying a vulnerability masked by frustration.
The doctor, undeterred, continued his examination, navigating the delicate balance between addressing the patient and appeasing the agitated husband.
The doctor, recognizing the contributing factors, explained,
"The stress, coupled with the strain of menstruation, seems to have taken a toll on her, causing elevated stress levels and physical exhaustion. It's crucial for her to manage stress and prioritize self-care during such times."
Darian's concern deepened, realizing the impact of stress on Sera's well-being.
"What can we do to help her manage stress better?" he inquired, a genuine worry reflecting in his eyes.
The doctor offered reassurance,
"Encourage her to engage in relaxation techniques, ensure she gets sufficient sleep, and consider discussing any sources of stress. A supportive environment can significantly contribute to her recovery."
Darian nodded, determined to create a conducive environment for Sera's well-being, as the doctor continued to provide guidance on care and recovery.
The doctor, after prescribing medication for Sera's fever, reassured Darian,
"These medications should help bring down her fever. Make sure she takes them as directed, and if there's any significant change or if the symptoms persist, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be on call for any emergencies."
Darian nodded gratefully, his concern for Sera evident. "Thank you, Doctor. We'll ensure she gets the rest she needs and follows the prescribed routine."
With that, the doctor took his leave, leaving Darian to focus on caring for Sera and implementing the recommended measures for her recovery.
Darian, looking at Sera with concern, gently spoke to her sleeping form taking a hold of her hand ,
"Sera, my love, what have you done to yourself? Please, don't do this. I already have a lot going on, and seeing you like this hurts me more than anything. Wake up, light up this room with your smile. I need you to be alright."
He carefully brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his expression a mix of worry and affection.
Martha entered the room, her expression filled with concern.
"Darian, we need to talk."
They both walk out of the room , and martha continues:
"The stress isn't just because of her work; it's also because of your silence. Sera can handle anything, but she can't handle your silence."
Darian sighed, looking conflicted.
"Martha, I don't want her to get hurt. If she finds out the truth, it'll shatter her."
Martha placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Darian, she's a strong woman. She can handle the truth, but she can't handle being shut out. You need to talk to her."
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