The King's Pet (M-Preg)

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C H A P T E R 51

E V E R E S T

Doctors and nurses scrambled out of the room, urgently following the commands of the same man who had once tried to poison Hayden. His voice cut through the chaos as he barked another order, demanding a nurse fetch a different medication. Time was slipping away, and he knew the drug had to reach Hayden's system before it was too late.

He had a tub down his throat and a lot of wires all over him. His once milky skin that was coated with his beautiful marks was not pale like life sucked every part of him. He looked helpless. And there is nothing I could do.

"Nurse, what are his vitals?" The doctor says to the nurse and she hurriedly got her charts and looked up at him with an worry face.

The heart monitor beeped steadily in the background, but each sound felt like a countdown to something inevitable. The nurse's voice wavered as she finally spoke, "His blood pressure is dropping, and his oxygen levels are critically low."

The doctor's jaw tightened, his eyes darting toward the machines. "We can't lose him. Prep for intubation and administer the medication stat!"

I stood frozen in the corner, watching helplessly as the scene unfolded before me. The people in scrubs moved with frantic precision, their actions a blur of urgency. My heart pounded against my chest, the weight of my helplessness crushing me.

I wanted to scream, to tell them to fix him, to bring him back to me. But no words came out. Instead, I gripped the edge of the chair, knuckles white, silently praying that he would fight his way back. That he would wake up. That he wouldn't leave me like this.

The doctor quickly retrieved the syringe, carefully injecting the medication into him, his movements steady but urgent. As the liquid drained into Hayden's veins, the doctor turned sharply to the nurses. "We need to perform an emergency C-section to save the babies," He said, his voice firm with authority. "Get the surgical equipment ready—stat!"

The nurses exchanged panicked glances before springing into action, their shoes squeaking against the sterile hospital floor as they rushed to prepare the operating room.

I almost forgot my babies were also suffering from all of this! I was worried about Hayden another pair of lives was going to be taken away from me.  I grabbed the doctor and gave him intense stare. "I swear to god if something happens to my children I'll make sure you will rot in jail for the rest of your life." I pushed him back and walked outof  the room.

"I stumbled into the hallway, my legs barely holding me up as I exhaled a shaky breath, trying—and failing—to steady myself. My chest heaved, every emotion threatening to spill over like a dam about to break. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have left him.

Before I could think, I slammed my fist against the wall, over and over, the dull ache in my knuckles doing little to distract me from the storm raging inside. The sharp crack of my skin splitting didn't matter. I needed the pain—anything to stop the guilt from swallowing me whole.