Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

Chapter Two

When I lay Allana on the bed, she almost lost all her color.

"Thank you." She said weakly.

"No problem. Anytime. That's what forever is for." That is so cheesy my friend.

" I'll just order some food from the kitchen. Is that okay with you?"

" Yes, and please, I don't know, call my doctor or someone who is registered to give me prescriptions." She requested.

" Dear, that would be a doctor."

" Yes. I should have said that. Uh, please call in a doctor."

She shivered.

I put the back of my hand on her forehead.

" Allana, you're steaming."

I immediately phoned in Austin.

" Sir?"

"Call in Dr. Beckett. ASAP."

" Right away, Sir. "

I hung up.

" Allana, since you are a doctor, is it safe for you to have a shooting fever? "

" Sh-sh-shooting fever?"

" You're burning up. "

" Yes. And I am not burning. This is just a slight one. It will go eventually. "

" Are you sure? Is it safe for you and the baby? "

" Hand me a thermometer. It's in the first-aid kit in the bathroom. Thanks."

"Okay."

I stood up and when in the bathroom. I opened the first aid cabinet, and well, I'm surprised I never opened this before. Or Allana just replaced everything. New bandages, Band-Aids, Betadines, gauges, and wowza! Thermometer.

"Digital or Mercury?" I asked.

" Digital please."

I went out and stuck it in her mouth.

" Is this clean? " She asked.

"I wiped it with anti-septic wads."

" I forgot to ask you before you stuck it in."

Then the thermometer beeped.

" Uh, this thermometer is in Celcius, 37.9°"

" Just a slight fever. Water will do."

"What? You're gonna self medicate?"

"Harry, I'm a doctor remember? "

" Yes. I guess you are. "

I called the kitchen to bring food up here. Just simple beef stew.

" I ordered beef stew. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. Sure. "

Before the food came up, Allana was sleeping. So soundly. So, I didn't bother to wake her up. Which means, more beef stew for me!

Should I wake her up?

I think it'll be rude.

Harry, you're being selfish.

No. I am thinking about her. And she's pretty tired so, more beef stew for Harry.

I phoned in Austin.

"No need for Dr. Beckett. Thanks. " I said.

" Okay, sir. "

At about midnight, I woke up, and found out that Allana is not sleeping next to me.

So I stood up wrapped my self in my robe and looked for her in our room.

After searching for her in our room, for like a hundred times, I called Austin, by pressing my button.

After a few SECONDS! Austin came in.

"Oh, good, you're here. Allana's not here."

Austin nodded

" I'll alert the whole security."

Austin pressed a button, which sends alarms in every security room here.

Where could she be?

I went in the closet again to check. No, not here.

She left her phone, she's wearing her glasses, her iPad is here.

Her books are still in the way she left it, her Lazboy is cold. She's probably in the kitchen.

Not hearing from Austin made me panic. So, I went down to find her my self.

I went to the kitchen first, Allana's kitchen. The utensil drawer is open. So, I shut it.

A sudden gush of wind came in from the door. So, I went out.

The door led to the garden, my apartment's garden, and there was Allana, I supposed, sitting on a marble bench, eating a pint of ice cream.

I should have known that she'll be here outside.

" Hey. " I said.

She was startled, she almost fell from her seat.

She turned around.

" Hey. "

" What are you doing here? All the guards assigned in the apartment and Austin's men are looking for you. "

I sat next to her.

" They are? " She frowned while putting a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

" Yeah, you left without telling anyone."

" No. I told you. I left a note. "

I frowned this time.

" Where? "

" On your bedside table. Near your phone, folded like a crane. "

" Really? "

" Anyway, I should have told Austin. Should I press my button now? "

"Yes. And can we please go back to sleep?"

" Yeah. I just craved for fresh air and ice cream."

" What flavour is your ice cream?"

She checked the label of the pint.

" Uh, Red Velvet. Want some?"

She handed me the spoon and the pint. I took it.

" I've never had ice cream at midnight before."

She frowned.

"Really? Why?"

" I wasn't allowed. "

"Well, I allow you. But time it when I crave for it too. And, when you wake up in the middle of the night and I am not by your side, I'm probably here, or in the bathroom, or in the closet or the Lazboy. "

"Noted."