Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter XXXI - The Blood

"I'm very sorry Mr. Walton... but it appears that your wife has more than just a migraine..." the doctor states as he seats beside Gabrielle on her bed. She is immediately sent to the emergency room to do series of tests. The doctor joined them right away with the results in his hand.

Gabrielle is now sleeping again with her hand not letting his hand go.

"What do you mean by that...?" Vincent gulps throwing a worried look at Gabrielle.

"The blood tests show that Mrs. Walton has stage 4 dengue fever."

"W-what..?!" He stands up making her become restless on the bed when as he did, he pulled her hand that was holding his. Gabby groans obviously awaken by his reaction. She weakly opens her eyes and look at him with a frown. Vincent immediately sits back cupping her beautiful face before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Le---t's g-go home..." she says so weakly as her burning palm holds his wrist in front of her face.

"Let's just...go back to the...hotel..."

"Ssshhh..." was all he can say before kissing her lips softly to shut her up.

"You need to get well, Bella..."

"N-not here..." she says breathlessly before her chest heave up as she sobs.

"You have to be under medication...please just rest, love." His thumb brushes her cheeks before he leans down and presses his lips on her forehead once more.

"Till when...? Exactly...?" She asks throwing a look at the doctor on the foot of the bed.

"Mrs. Walton, you have stage 4 dengue... you have to take a complete rest and strict treatment."

"W-what...?! Th-that's imp..."she gulps feeling dizzy and nauseated once again.

"Impossible..." she flinches and gulps only to open her eyes widely afterwards.

"Are...you sure of the results...?!" She asks with a more focused eyes on the doctor now.

"I have your blood sample from last night and the sample this morning. Both are tested and both showed positive results Mrs. Walton."

"V-Vince...! Th-the orphanage...! That's probably where..." she coughs making Vincent lift her a little to rub her back soothingly.

"V-Vince, the children... If it's true, I must've gotten the virus from the orphanage..." she says breathlessly while holding his wrist tightly.

"Y-You've to make sure...that they're alright..." she pleads looking up at him before attempting to sit down only to be pushed back on bed by Vince's quick reflexes.

"Vince...you've to make sure none of the children gets the virus...!" She groans pressing her head in the pillow.

"Relax, Bella." He so much wanted to snap at her for being reckless again with herself, but he couldn't. Right at this moment all he just want to do is embrace her so tight and make sure that she'll be alright. God damn it! She's sick and she's still thinking of the children. Not that he doesn't like her to act this way, he appreciates that she's genuinely concerned with the children. He never really knew this part of her who could actually care this much towards other people. The press and paparazzi surely ruined her reputation and image to the world.

They made her look selfish and useless when she's actually one of the most caring person he has ever met.

"You don't get it, Vince! You were there, you've seen how malnourished most of the children are. If I got the fever just by visiting them, what chances would there be for them to have the same when their immune system isn't even stronger than mine...?" She says breathlessly making him wanting to just pin her on the bed and assure her that the orphanage is safe...although she makes a lot of sense.