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Edith glanced over before scooping up the baby and turning to Gregory, "The little one might catch a cold sleeping like this. I'm going to the room next door. Holler if you need anything."

Gregory nodded, his expression somber.

Edith understood his turmoil but couldn't fathom why their journey seemed endlessly fraught with hardship.

And now, their unborn child was sharing in their misfortunes.

She hoped the peace charm she'd earnestly prayed for would keep them safe.

"Let me."

Herbert, trailing behind, had lost her at an intersection.

He'd tried to take a shortcut, not anticipating a blockage.

Arriving much later, he found Edith deftly avoiding his reach and entering the hospital room.

She laid Ike down, slipping off his shoes and jacket before tucking him in.

Settling beside him, she remained silent.

Herbert suggested, "You should rest with the kid. I'll wake you if anything comes up."

Edith maintained her silence.

As Christine returned to the emergency room, she noticed Gregory's condition seemed off. He was leaning against the wall, his body swaying slightly. Before she could inspect closer, Gregory started to fall. She reached out, missing him, but Dailey caught him just in time.

"He's burning up."

Dailey propped Gregory's arm over his shoulder, checking his temperature, "Fetch a wheelchair."

Christine hurried off, and Dailey managed to get Gregory to a room, calling for an ER doctor.

"Infection from the wound's causing the fever. We need to take this seriously. Start an IV to bring down the fever and fight the infection. Let's not leave him alone tonight. A recurring fever could spell real trouble."

Dailey was well aware of the gravity.

The burns hadn't healed, and the rain hadn't helped their cause.

He got it, but the living must press on, not neglect their well-being.

"I understand."

Before leaving, the doctor stressed, "Call me immediately if his condition changes."

Dailey nodded in acknowledgment.

Turning to Christine, he said, "Head

back to the emergency room. If Dr. Andrews is available, ask about

Jane's condition and tell him

Gregory could use a lookover."

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Christine nodded, making her way back just as Dr. Andrews appeared. "How's Jane?"

Dr. Andrews, already briefed on

Gregory's absence, replied, "Sheet

stable for now. Will be moved to a room soon, and Mr. Abdul with continue her treatment."

"But, as I always say, if the patient can't

33 way to cope, no amount

of medical expertise or

expertise or medication save them."

"Not to mention, her current state doesn't bode well for continuous medication."

Christine nodded understandingly, "Please, could you check on Gregory? He's running a high fever."

Dr. Andrews wasn't surprised; after such an ordeal, a fever was almost expected.

Waking up again, I was met with a blinding whiteness.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I gradually opened them, allowing time to adjust.

"Jane, you're awake!"

Christine was ecstatic, "Are you feeling alright anywhere?"

"I'll call Mr. Abdul to check on you!"NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Before I could respond, she dashed off.

Mr. Abdul was next door, attending to Gregory.

"Mr. Abdul, Jane's awake."

He continued his treatment on Gregory while asking, "How does she seem to you?"

Christine, having not inspected closely and forgetting to wait for my response, replied, "I'll go check again."

And with that, she was off once more.