Before falling into the chaos, Krist squeezed the last bit of strength in his body and his eyes drooped slightly, covering his eyes and making his expression unseeable.
The lips trembled slightly and the exhaled hot air formed a white mist on the oxygen mask. Madame Sangpotirat lay gently on his bedside to hear his faint voice.
"I... don't think I can wait for ...P'Sing anymore..." As if speaking each word was expelling his life force.
His faint breath sustained his words, "The bottom of the bookcase! I... Left something behind. Give him... "
Warm and red blood poured out from his lower body, stabbing at the eyes of the people around him but Krist closed his eyes like he wasn't aware, sweats formed all around his body. His fingers no longer struggled.
The doctors next to him no longer hesitated. After getting Madame Sangpotirat's consent, they speedily starting operating on Krist.
His condition was not optimistic, there was a congenital weakness, fetal malposition leading to dystocia accompanied by signs of massive hemorrhage.
The anesthetic slowly pushed along the needle tube into the quiet body lying on the operating table. Krist's mother dared not face the tragedy in front of her. She covered her mouth and turned around, silently weeping.
She had lost a child. Will God take away her last son again?
On the other side, Singto just got off the plane.
At the shareholders'meeting of the branch company, Singto received the news of the premature delivery of his omega. He was so nervous that his fingers were trembling while holding a pen. He immediately shelved the meeting and rushed to the airport at the fastest speed.
He had to go back to accompany Krist. He could not imagine how dangerous an omega giving birth would be without his alpha.
Moreover, Krist was so weak and he had just only gained some weight with much difficulties in the past two months. He was also terrified of pain, giving birth to him were like taking a trip to the hell's gate.
Singto couldn't get any information about Krist on the plane. He was so anxious that every nerve stretched to the extreme and he prayed that Krist and the child would not have anything to happen to them.
Four hours later, the plane landed at Bangkok's airport. Singto trembled and opened his cell phone. A bunch of news bombarded him. Except for the termination of the meeting, there was only one message from his mother-in-law. The content was very short but Singto's heart was tightly touched.
"The baby was born, healthy alpha boy."
This text message was like a reassuring pill, which made Singto's palpitation lower.
Holding the steering wheel tightly, he tapped his slender and powerful fingers anxiously. His thoughts had already flown to the hospital. He wished he could fly down with wings.
The child came out safely. Before looking at Krist's frail body, he was worried that the conceiving process would not go smoothly.
Unexpectedly, he was only gone for less than half a month and the baby was born when he came back.
Krist gave birth alone, presumably, it must be very hard for him. His temperament had always been tolerant, he would not make any noise despite having discomforts brought by the pregnancy. He would just bear it all in his heart.
How could he survive this heart-tearing pain when he gave birth like this?
At the thought of this, Singto's mind was somewhat confused and he drove to the downtown hospital in a hurry.
