Chapter 10
Everyone thought Deke had snapped and beaten Anita half death. No one dared go in, afraid he’d turn on them
next.
Finally, a security guard, gripping a baton, stepped inside.
Seconds later, panicked shouts rang out.
“Doctor! Doctor! Hurry–he’s messed up too! Covered in blood!”
Hearing that, I finally relaxed. My little scheme had played out perfectly.
I squeezed in with the crowd and spotted Deke curled up in the corner, drenched in blood. An IV stand, also smeared red, lay beside him. Guess Anita, the world’s strongest pregnant woman, hadn’t held back.
I just watched, detached.
As doctors and nurses hauled him out, blood still dripped from the back of his head. Gruesome.
But I didn’t leave. I sat in the corridor, waiting for updates on all three of them.
First, news about Cassandra–her blood pressure had skyrocketed, and she was in critical condition. A stroke could hit any second. But with Deke unconscious, there was no one to sign the surgery consent form.
Doctors and nurses rushed around, sweating bullets. Deke’s family was single–handedly boosting the hospital’s stats today.
Half an hour later, Deke came to. Mild concussion–nothing major.
First thing he did? Sign the form. Second thing? Stumble out of bed, head wrapped in bandages, yelling for revenge.
“That wretch caused my mom’s stroke! I’m gonna kill her! If anything happens to my mom, I swear-”
Before he could finish, his legs gave out, and he hit the floor.
I slipped away to the maternity ward.
Anita had been in surgery for over two hours. No word yet. Whether the baby made it? Anyone’s guess.
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