Suppressing Desires for the CEO

Chapter 19

The Maylin hospital is usually a busy place before 6am on Saturdays. It is the arena of victims to drunkenness, accidents, suicide attempts, and workaholic heart attack victims.

But that night, it received a fragile looking lady, who, based on the ring upon her finger and hotel gown dressing was a socialite. If that didn't hold true, then the two body guards outside her door, and room full of people dressed to the nine's was a fair indication.

So when Matthew, about to knock off his night-guard shift was faced with an entrance full of reporters and photographers, he was baffled. He knew there was protocol for the private hospital but he had never ever thought this would ever be of use. He pulled out his radio hastily as he held one hand as a signal for the reporters to stay back. A Mercedes benz SL65 pulled up to the side of the entrance in the no parking zone as he stuttered through an explanation of the scene abuzz in front of him.

A man who looked like he modelled for a living jumped out and rushed toward the entrance. Reporters pushed microphones to his face shouting questions that caused Matthew to frown.

"Mr Dainway why is your fiancé in hospital", "Did Rachel Paul try to harm herself?", "We hear she is losing a lot of blood?!"

The young man looked grief stricken when he had stepped out but now he had a hardened look.

Matthew jumped into the crowd and parted the rest of the way.

"Stay back, this is private property!" he bellowed.

He saw a look of relief and gratitude as the celebrity followed the path he created, and brushed past him.

Thankfully all the guards came at that exact moment and helped Matthew hold the people back. An elderly man came by a few seconds later and drove the car away.

"What the hell is going on?!" He muttered to himself.

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When I came to, I was alone in the room. My insides hurt, my mouth was dry, and couldn't lift a finger. My vision cleared and when I realized I was in a hospital, it brought back flashes of the events that explained why I was here. My mother slapping my cheek, sirens and red lights, my body floating, Linda's phone call, two men in scrubs talking above me, being put on a gas mask, a prick of a needle...and that was it. That was all I remembered, and I knew then and there that that was all it took to know the baby was gone. Dead, didn't survive. I closed my eyes and asked the darkness to take me.

Next time I woke up, a nurse was fluffing my pillow and Scott sat on the couch his head bent and hands buried in his hands and my mom was watering some flowers.

"Hello there." The nurse smiled sweetly.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Here." she took a tissue and wiped them.

My mother rushed to my side and grabbed my hand, while Scott looked up. He looked devastated.

"W-water" I whispered.

My mom grabbed a glass and held my head as I drank up.

"How are you feeling?" she said after a few moments of silence.

"I don't know." I said.

My mom started to list who had come and was wishing me well. Apparently I'd been asleep for two days. I starred at Scott who in turn starred at me. There were so many unspoken words, but I could see the grief and guilt upon his face.

My mom finally stopped talking and mumbled that she needed to call my cousins and aunt to tell them I was fine before exiting the room.

As soon as the door closed, Scott slowly approached me.