As Amala arrived at the hospital the next day, she hurried to check on Michele Morrone, the patient she had been tending to. To her surprise, she found the bed empty, save for a note lying on the bedside table.
Amala unfolded the note, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease. The handwriting was elegant yet bold, and the words were unmistakably flirtatious.
"Dear Amala,I finally learned your name from a colleague of yours." it began,
"I couldn't resist the chance to thank my beautiful doctor for her exceptional care. Perhaps we could meet for coffee sometime? I'll be waiting for your call." Beneath the message was a cellphone number, followed by a suggestive wink.
Meanwhile, Taj entered her office, only to freeze in her tracks as she spotted a note sitting on her desk.
Taj's heart sank as she read the message on the note left on her desk. It was a chilling reminder of the dangers they faced, even after their heroic actions.
"To the women who thinks they can stop me," it read, "You may have saved those children, but you can't save yourselves. I'll be watching."
Beside the note lay a vase of roses, their vibrant petals a stark contrast to the sinister message they accompanied.
In another part of the city, Aera was in the middle of teaching her history class when she felt a sudden cramp in her lower abdominal area.
Panic rising, she tried to push through the discomfort, but it quickly became unbearable. Sensing something was wrong due to the rowdiness, a teacher nearby rushed to her side, helping her to the hospital.
***
As Namjoon stood in the recording studio, his mind fully immersed in the creative process, his phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket.
With a furrowed brow, he pulled it out, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the caller ID displaying the name of Aera's school.
Answering the call with trembling hands, he listened as the voice on the other end explained that Aera had been rushed to the hospital.
Panic surged through him, drowning out the noise of the bustling studio as he frantically gathered his things and made his way to the door.
Arriving at the hospital, Namjoon's heart pounded in his chest as he pushed past the bustling corridors, his mind consumed with worry for his wife.
Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin arrives a while later.
***
As Namjoon paced the hospital waiting room, his anxiety palpable, Yoongi approached him with a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Namjoon, she's going to be okay," he said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "Aera's strong, and she's got the best doctors looking after her."
Namjoon nodded, his jaw clenched with worry. "I know, but... I just wish I knew what was happening," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
Seokjin stepped forward, offering Namjoon a supportive smile. "I understand how you feel," he said, his tone gentle.
"But sometimes, all we can do is trust in the process and have faith that everything will work out in the end."
Hoseok chimed in, his voice filled with optimism. "And hey, look at it this way," he said, a hopeful glint in his eye. "Once Aera pulls through this, you'll have an amazing story to tell your little one someday."
Namjoon's eyes softened at the thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he agreed, a sense of determination rising within him.
