Allegedly Yours

Miracle

Chapter 68

Nyrah stood frozen in the middle of the hospital corridor, her body trembling as the weight of the situation pressed down on her. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the overwhelming scent of fear, making it hard for her to breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest, every beat echoing in her ears like a relentless drum.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision as she clutched the edge of a nearby chair for support. She felt as though the ground beneath her was crumbling, threatening to swallow her whole. The thought of losing Aston—of losing the father of her unborn child—was unbearable. Her mind raced, replaying every moment they had shared, every smile, every argument, every kiss. Each memory was a painful reminder of what she was on the verge of losing.

She could still feel his touch, the way he would gently cradle her face, his lips brushing against her forehead in a silent promise of protection. Now, that warmth was gone, replaced by the cold, harsh reality that he might never hold her again.

Nyrah's sobs grew louder, her hands trembling as she pressed them against her stomach, where their child grew. The baby they had created together.

what would she do if Aston didn't make it? The thought twisted her insides, filling her with a dread she had never known before.

Alessa knelt beside Nyrah, her own heart aching at the sight of her so utterly broken. She gently wrapped her arms around Nyrah, pulling her close, trying to offer whatever comfort she could. Nyrah's body shook with sobs, her tears soaking into Alessa's shirt as she held her tightly.

As she cried, clutching her stomach, a sharp pain radiated through her abdomen, making her gasp. It was as if her baby, still growing inside her, was feeling the same agony, mourning the father they might never get to meet

Alessa noticed the way Nyrah's hand flew to her stomach, her face contorted in pain. "Nyrah, are you okay? Is it the baby?" Alessa asked, her voice filled with concern as she tried to steady Nyrah.

But Nyrah could only nod weakly, unable to find the words to explain the depth of the sorrow she was feeling.

After hours of painstaking surgery, the doctors finally emerged from the operating room, their faces lined with exhaustion. The air in the corridor was thick with tension as everyone waited for the news.

James, who had been silently praying, stood up shakily, his eyes locked onto the lead surgeon. Nyrah clung to Alessa, her breath hitching as she braced herself for whatever the doctor was about to say.

The surgeon pulled off his mask, revealing a grim expression. He looked at the group, pausing for a moment before speaking. "The surgery was difficult, but... he's stable for now. We managed to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. But the next 24 hours are critical."

Nyrah's knees nearly buckled with relief and anxiety all at once. Alessa tightened her grip on her friend, trying to keep her upright. James let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, though the worry in his eyes hadn't diminished.

The doctor continued, "He's in the ICU, and we'll be monitoring him closely. You can see him, but only one at a time, and only for a few minutes."

Nyrah stepped forward, her voice a whisper. "Can I see him? Please?"

The doctor nodded, guiding her gently towards the ICU, Nyrah stepped into the ICU, the sterile smell of antiseptic hitting her as she approached Aston's bed. The sight of him lying there, so still and lifeless, with tubes and wires attached to his body, made her heart shatter. He looked nothing like the strong, vibrant man she knew; instead, he seemed fragile, almost as if he could break at any moment.