"I'm fine, really," Cassie assured Meryl, the frustration evident in her tone despite her polite smile. She winced slightly, her hand instinctively moving to cover the bandage wrapped around her arm.
Cassie was dressed in the pale blue hospital gown, seated on the bed. Her posture was relaxed but the grimace that appeared on her face betrayed the pain that she was trying to hide.
Just then, Manson entered the room, a carton of pizza in hand. Manson strolled over to Cassie, his expression conveying concern.
Meanwhile, Meryl rose from the chair on the other side of the bed, leaving it vacant as she made her way towards Tyrson, who was leaning against the wall. Michelle, oblivious to the conversation, slept soundly nearby.
Manson gingerly placed the carton in front of Cassie and opened it, revealing the aromatic slices of pizza inside.
"The doctor has advised that you avoid such fatty foods while you're recovering, but considering your craving for pizza, I will make an exception this one time."
Cassie gave Manson a grateful smile and leaned forward, inhaling the inviting aroma of the pizza. "Thank you so much for this, I really appreciate it. I promise to eat only a few slices."
Cassie smiled mischievously as she picked up a slice of pizza and took a hearty bite, relishing the savory flavors. Manson watched her with a hint of fondness, admiring her enthusiasm for the food.
Meryl, watching the exchange from a distance, turned to Tyrson. "Is he always this attentive? I can't help but feel like he's a bit too invested in her recovery," she whispered, raising an eyebrow.
"Come to think of it, I kind of like his protectiveness."
Meryl's comment drew a slight shake of the head from Tyrson, his eyes fixed on her with a knowing gaze.
"I'm right here," he replied with a teasing grin, causing her to laugh.
"Michelle has been discharged, so I'll be taking you guys home," Tyrson said. "Manson, if you don't mind, I'd like you to stay with Cassie. You know, someone's got to keep her from eating the whole pizza," he added with a playful smirk.
"But, Tyrson, what about my work?" Manson began, his voice trailing off as Tyrson quickly interjected.
"Forget work, this is a perfect opportunity to play the doting caregiver," Tyrson quipped with a wink. Cassie's cheeks flushed pink, caught off guard by Tyrson's suggestion.
"What? Don't get the wrong idea, Manson's just here because I'm sick," Cassie defended, a hint of awkwardness in her voice.
"Hey...are you this slow-witted?"
Manson's question made Cassie furrow her brows, feigning confusion.
Just then, Meryl was struck with a sudden bout of hiccups, which caused everyone in the room to turn their attention to her.
"A...are you okay?" Tyrson asked, concern etched on his face.
"Meryl?" Cassie called out, her voice tinged with worry as she saw her friend rubbing her chest and shaking her head in discomfort.
Suddenly, Meryl felt her legs grow heavy, and she struggled to keep her balance. The voices of those around her seemed to fade into the distance, as if she were hearing them through a thick wall of cotton.
Darkness began to envelop her vision, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a state of unconsciousness.
*
Tyrson sprang into action as soon as the doctor entered the room, approaching him with a worried expression. "Doctor, how is Meryl?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.
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DIVORCE
Romancefour years after Meryl divorced her husband, Tryrson after accusing him for killing his own child, she moved to Chicago to start a new life with her unborn child, she was offered a job at a jewelry company unknown to that her ex husband Tyrson was t...
