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...
Anne couldn't sleep that day, no matter how much the nurses urged her to. She was scared that if she fell asleep her baby would already be gone. And she hated the thought. Anne held in her pain, her woes for her baby. Her child needs her.
Phillip emerged from the hospital room with W.D. Anne still had multiple tubes around her body for detoxing. W.D's hands trembled as he squeezed her shoulder softly.
"I'm sorry this happened to you," W.D choked. "I really am."
Anne wasn't paying attention to his words, she looked down at her stomach and sighed. "This is my fault."
"Anne–"
"No, Phillip," Anne interrupted softly, her face expressionless. "I don't want my baby to get involved with my problems, but I let it happen."
W.D opened his mouth to protest when the doctor swung the door open with a group of nurses, each of them holding large amounts of needles.
"I'm afraid you two need to leave," one of the nurses announced, leading them out the door. "We'll be performing the detoxification."
***
Phillip paced the floor, his hands running through his hair as W.D sat in the chair, tapping his foot.
"Do you know who did this?" W.D asked, frowning.
"Yes."
"Would you mind telling me?"
Out of all questions, this one irritated him. He wasn't ready to talk about it, he wasn't ready for W.D to beat him to a pulp. Even if he did deserve it. Guilt wavered over Phillip, his eyes were baggy and bloodshot, and his body ached with exhaustion. If only he hadn't allowed himself to take the chocolates, she would be healthy right now.
"I'd rather not," Phillip blurted out, his hands on his forehead as they slid down the side of his face.
W.D gave him a solemn look, whatever that reason was, it better be good enough that he's keeping it from him. W.D stood him, dusting off dirt from his shirt and walked away.
"Hey!" Phillip called. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not going to sit their and mop all day," W.D replied, turning to give him a sad, helpless smile. "That's your job."
Phillip waved at him, sitting down with his legs shaking. He fought back tears as he glanced at her window, and what the nurses were injecting her with and the many tubes fixed onto her, and the pain on her eyes. What he would do just to take her place.
He'd do it in a heartbeat.
***
The doctor emerged from Anne's doors with a firm expression on his face. "Mrs. Carlyle is stable, and so is the baby."
Phillip cupped his mouth, his legs trembling with relief and happiness. But the doctor was not done just yet.
"The baby is stable. The detoxification was successful enough," The doctor began, readjusting his glasses. "We found through the ultrasound that your baby is developing far too slowly, it might've been the poison that affected its growth support, but that doesn't seem to be affecting its breathing or health. So I'd watch out if I were you. Mrs. Carlyle will be staying in the hospital for a total of two days until discharge."
Phillip didn't have time to hear her results, he swung the door open and saw Anne lying in the hospital bed, with no tubes. Her body was upright and her mouth dry. But she was okay, that was all that mattered. He kneeled by her side and grasped both her limp hands. She smiled weakly at him.
"Is our child okay, Phillip?"
"Yes, our baby is okay," Phillip replied with a beaming smile, he stroked her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. "I told you we'd get through this."
Phillip sat on one of the lounge chairs, reading the newspaper. Nothing seems to be about them at the moment. Except for one thing.
The Daily Report
RUNAWAY
A man by the name of Damian Vixchino was caught at the foot of the Carlyles' household manor, reportedly handing them a box of chocolate. But later the next day, Anne Carlyle was found in the emergency room, allegedly 'food poisoned' stated W.D Wheeler. Damian was ordered to go to the police department more questioning but was never found. Please notify us if any events that Mr. Vixchino is nearby, please contact the police department immediately.
Phillip had to reread the newspaper over and over again until he came up with the conclusion that Damian ran away. He folding the paper in half and ripped it, stuffing it into the trash with his foot angrily. Running away? Such...such cowardice! He turned to face the wall, calming himself down until he stormed back down in his seat. He watched as his beloved wife fell asleep knowing that their baby was now safe.
But were they going to be safe forever?
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