Wild At Heart (Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 26 - Dr. Bieber ... Cure The Fever!

Savannah

 

The next day, instead of feeling better, I felt much worse. I started coughing and I had a tremendous pain in my chest. I couldn’t move much so I stayed in bed. I knew Jack was in the living room but I didn’t have the energy to go and wake him, neither did I have the voice to call him. I lay there, feeling worse with every second.

 

What felt like hours later, I heard the front door unlocking and I knew it must have been my father. He walked into my room and frowned at my ill health.

‘I thought you’d be much better by now,’ he murmured.

I had a coughing fit and the frown on his face only became deeper.

‘Come on, let’s get you something to eat and then you can take your medication,’ he smiled and helped me out of the bed.

‘What about the guests?’ I croaked.

‘They’re leaving today. Jack is gone to make breakfast for them. I haven’t booked anyone for this week. I figured Jack needed a break. I can’t remember if we have anyone booked for this weekend but I’ll check and let you know,’ he smiled.

 

An hour later, I already had breakfast and took my medicines and I was back in bed. I stayed in bed for the rest of the day. The medicines weren’t helping and I felt so weak.

 

In the evening Jack was sitting beside my bed and worrying.

‘You don’t look so good ‘Annah. I think we may have to take you to the hospital,’ he frowned.

‘Okay,’ I croaked. Jack looked at me in alarm. I’m always the type to downplay my suffering and if I was agreeing to go to the hospital he knew that I was seriously ill.

 

Two and a half hours later, we reached the Christiaan Barnard Memorial Hospital in Cape Town. After doing countless tests on me they decided that the best thing would be to do an x-ray of my chest to check my lungs.

 

Later that night, close to midnight, the doctors finally knew what was wrong with me.

‘We regret to inform you that you have traces of pneumonia and bronchitis. Are you having difficulty breathing?’ the doctor asked me. I nodded and took another ragged breath. ‘Well we’re going to put you on a ventilator and that should help. We’re also going to give you antibiotics and pain medication via a drip.’ I nodded in understanding.

 

My father and Jack spent the night watching me sleep. I could see how worried they were. The doctor arrived the next morning and disconnected the ventilator.

‘You need to eat,’ he smiled at me. ‘You’re a little dehydrated as well.’

‘How long do I have to stay here?’ I asked him curiously.

‘About a week,’ he shrugged. ‘You could be discharged sooner depending on how fast the medication works,’ he smiled and then placed a tray of food in front of me. I scrunched my face up in disgust. I wasn’t such a big fan of cereal and I didn’t like eggs either. I sat there staring at the tray wishing it would disappear. Jack couldn’t control his laughter.

‘Would you like some pancakes?’ he grinned.

‘Yes please,’ I pouted. ‘With some sliced strawberries and maybe some butter?’