Ah, love is in the air. Anne and Phillip are new newly-weds, enjoying the nice winter air. Phillip had surprised Anne with a grand white manor.
With the star-crossed lovers finally together, everything seemed perfect. Or that's what they though...
*Ahem, the music up there would fit this chapter very well...grab tissues. Please don't kill me.*
Phillip sat up on the bed, scratching his bed hair and checking on Anne, he noticed how pale she looked. He frowned, stroking her cold, lifeless skin.
Lifeless.
Phillip shook her gently, calling her name several times. When she didn't answer, he knew something was wrong. Her eyes were shut, her mouth hung open. Don't panic, he thought frantically, he placed his hand on her chest, pressing down on it. He could still hear her heartbeat, it was so faint you had to lean in close to hear it.
"No..." Phillip muttered, carrying her as he stumbled down the stairs. "No. Anne, please. Stay with me."
Phillip brought her into the automobile, starting the engine and driving off to the hospital at full speed.
***
The nurses rushed her into the emergency room, Phillip jogged alongside them until the doors slammed closed. Phillip sat in the waiting room, his head running through his hair and his breathing uneven. What happened? He paced the floor, five steps forward, five steps backward. He needed time to think.
Was it because she walked too much? Did she drink something? Did she just eat something odd? Phillip ran his fingers through his hair again, sweat making its way around his forehead.
He waited, pacing the floor until the doctor swung open the door with a stern expression on his face.
"She's okay," He said in finality, tapping his foot. "But the baby isn't."
Phillip's heart sank. "What happened? Do you know how this happened?"
"Food poisoning," He replied, removing his mask and throwing it in the trash. "It did not affect her as much as it impacted your child."
"Is the baby okay?" Phillip asked immediately, his hands on his hips.
"The baby is poisoned, we need to keep her in the hospital and perform a series of detoxification for the baby, this is a very difficult process." The doctor explained slowly, his eyes hollow with doubt. "This could go two ways, Mr. Carlyle. A miscarriage or a miracle."
Phillip didn't need doubt, he was determined. He wasn't going to let this harm his family. They were going to thrive, he knew it. But he couldn't help but feel devastated and worried. "Can I see her?"
"Yes," The doctor said with uncertainty. "But only for ten minutes, visiting hours are almost over."
Without another word, Phillip rushed into the emergency room, looking at Anne with plastic tubes all over her arms and two in her nose. Her skin was pale and her hands were limp. It looked like she was already dead.
He walked over and grasped her hand gently, blinking back tears as he looked at her cold face. Food poisoning. All she ate was soup and chocolate. Phillip pondered over the thought, nothing he gave her was expired. He thought of the chocolates, he noticed Damian's worried expression as he handed the box of chocolates to him, he remembered Anne eating every single one.
His face went stony and he balled his hands into fists until his knuckles were white. He knew exactly what happened. But right now, he was here for his wife. He was going to be here for her. It was her that needed him the most, it was him that needed her the most.
***
Anne woke up three hours after, her eyesight was blurry and her stomach ached. She looked around and saw a tall, lean figure with light brown hair, it must be Phillip. He reached down and held her hand gently.
"Phillip...?" Anne asked wearily, her head spinning and pain overwhelming her. "What am I doing here? What happened?"
Phillip heaved out a large breath, blinking back tears as he stroked his wife's hair. "You were food poisoned, my dear."
Anne looked at him scarcely, she had a look of sheer terror on her face. She immediately turned to look at her belly, not moving. She wanted to say something, cry out, scream, but her voice failed her. All her feelings poured out in one single gasp. She buried her trembling hands in her face.
"Shh," Phillip said, pulling her close. "Don't lose hope now. Our baby needs us, darling. You needn't give up now, the baby's still alive, still breathing."
Anne let out a sob, clutching her stomach as if cradling her baby. She looked at Phillip fearfully. "This is worse than death."
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