BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN: Fate of Aries

After gathering my thoughts I summoned the courage to speak back to the doctor I asked. "When will the surgery commence" I looked up to Dr Ryan pitifully because my mom was the only one I related to and she was always there for me.Dr. Ryan's expression turned gentle, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "We're aiming to perform the surgery as soon as possible, but we need to run some additional tests to ensure that your mother is stable enough for the operation," he explained softly.He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I'd say within the next 24 to 48 hours, depending on the test results. We want to make sure that we're giving her the best possible chance of success."Dr. Ryan's voice was filled with reassurance, but I could sense a hint of caution beneath the surface. He knew that the situation was critical, and he was trying to prepare me for any outcome."We'll be monitoring her closely, and I'll personally be overseeing her care," he added. "I

I felt a wave of relief, followed by a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my mother would be okay."That's great news," Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile.Nurse Thompson nodded. "Yes, it is. However, we still need to be cautious. The surgery is complex, and there are risks involved. But with your mother's current condition, we believe it's the best course of action."I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. I looked down at my mother, still lying helplessly in the bed, and felt a surge of determination. I would be there for her, every step of the way."What's the next step?" I asked, looking up at Nurse Thompson."We'll be preparing your mother for surgery shortly," she replied. "Dr. Ryan will come in to explain everything in more detail, but I wanted to give you a heads up on the results."I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Nurse Thompson. "Thank you for telling us. That means a lot to us."Nurse Thompson smiled and nodded before turning

I stood up, stretching my legs after two hours of pacing and praying in the hallway. The red bulb above the operating room door still glowed, indicating that the surgery was ongoing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I had prayed until I felt a sense of peace wash over me, but the anxiety was still there, lurking beneath the surface.As I stood there, I noticed a few other families waiting in the hallway, all of us united in our concern for our loved ones. Some were pacing like I had been, while others sat in chairs, their eyes fixed on the floor. We exchanged sympathetic glances, but no one spoke. We all knew why we were there, and words weren't necessary.I decided to take a seat in one of the chairs, trying to collect my thoughts. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick update to Rachel, letting her know that the surgery was still ongoing. She responded immediately, sending a string of encouraging messages and emojis.As I scrolled through my phone, I notic

I took a moment to collect my thoughts, adjusting the bouquet in my hand. I couldn't wait to see my mother's face light up.The elevator stopped on my mother's floor, and the doors opened with a soft whoosh. I stepped out into the quiet corridor, my eyes scanning the room numbers as I made my way to my mother's room. My heart beat with anticipation, and I couldn't help but smile to make her happy As I walked through the corridor, the soft hum of machinery and the gentle chatter of hospital staff filled the air. The scent of disinfectant and fresh linens wafted through the hallway, a familiar and comforting smell. I passed by rooms with open doors, catching glimpses of patients and their families, some smiling, others looking worried or tired. I nodded to a few hospital staff members as I passed, exchanging quiet greetings.Just as I turned a corner, I saw Dr. Ryan standing outside a room, sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing a chart. He looked up and caught my eye, flashing a warm

As I sat beside my mother's hospital bed, basking in the warmth of our joyful moment, I suddenly felt a pang of thirst. I looked around the room, searching for something to quench my dryness. My eyes landed on a hot water resistant flask that was sitting on the bedside table. I got up and walked over to the flask, hoping to find some water inside. I lifted it up and shook it gently, but it was empty. I felt a slight disappointment, realising I would have to go somewhere else to get water. I turned to my mother, who was still smiling at me with pride and joy. "Mom, I'm thirsty," I said, feeling a bit parched. "I'm going to go get some water from the cafeteria downstairs." My mother nodded weakly, her eyes still shining with happiness. "Okay, sweetie. Go get some water. I'll be here when you get back." I smiled and nodded, feeling grateful for her understanding. I turned to leave, but then turned back to her. "Do you want me to bring you anything, Mom? Maybe some water or juice?"