Chapter 48

Nicklaus’s POV:

My eyes widened, and my heart was pounding hard in my chest. I didn't even know what to do.

“Elena, please stay with me.” I pleaded. 

I became scared as I held Elena in my hands. Her eyes slowly closed, and she passed out. The workers had already been dismissed from their quarters, and it was just Mr. Mike.

We hurriedly carried her to the car. What could have happened to her? She was fine earlier. I could see tiny blood stains on her dress, and I became very scared.

I do not know much about pregnancy, but I know that it has never been a good sign. It had never been something good.

My hI lost control of myself, and I didn't know where to start. Tears were starting to gather in my eyes. It was as if I was losing it, and my limbs were numb.

“What could have gone wrong? Elena? Please don't do this to me,” I pleaded. I started to panic, and I looked around in confusion.

I have done my best to see that everything is going fine. I had given her all the care and attention. I gave her the best medical care.

The ride to the hospital was slow, and it felt like forever. I couldn't hold the pain anymore. I shouted, “Hurry up! Damn, it. Nothing should happen to her,” I yelled at the driver, still holding her hands.

“If anything happens to her because of your sluggishness, consider yourself dead,” I warned, and I meant every word I said.

The driver arrived at the hospital after what felt like forever and stopped right in front of the emergency room. And Mr. Mike managed to get her out of the car carefully. 

"Elena, don't do this to me. Please stay with me. Stay strong for the baby. I love you so much.” I spoke as we brought her out of the car and laid her on the stretcher. She was lying lifeless.

“I don't know what I would do without you. Please stay strong,” I said, my voice trembling heavily.

She is just four months old with my child, and this is the first time she has had such complications. Her tests and scans have always come out very well. There was no sign of a complication or anything to worry about.

“Please do your best to revive her and the baby. Save them both. I beg you. I don't know what I would do if anything went wrong.” I pleaded as they took her into the building. I followed up with them. My legs were shaking, and my voice cracked.

“Elena, please fight and stay with me.” I kept screaming as I followed them inside the building, gripping her hand with mine.

"Please, Elena, come on, stay strong,” I whispered.

I wasn't able to control my grief, so I hurriedly went after them. I lost control of myself. It felt like the whole world was crumbling and coming to an end.

“Please wait here, Mr. Nicklaus. We will try our best to see that she and the baby are okay,” he said, her voice deep and firm. 

Her words calmed me and gave me control of my emotions. “Do something, please,” I growled.

I nodded when my chest tightened, and I felt like exploding. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart, my heart throbbing with pain. It was too much for me to bear. I now realise that someone’s life could change at any minute.

Mr. Mike walked up to me, trying to calm me down by placing his hands on my shoulders for support.

“Everything will turn out well; just be hopeful, my child,” he said calmly, hugging me. Tears filled my eyes, and I did not know when they rolled down my cheeks.

I noticed when she felt weak at the party. She had been feeling uncomfortable all this time. How could I be so nonchalant as not to pay close attention? 

I could have done something, damn it. I blinked my eyes several times to push back the tears in my eyes. 

If anything happens to her or the baby, I will never forgive me.

As time went on, I kept pacing around the place when my father and my grandmother arrived, with the rest of my relatives walking towards us, including her family. Their faces didn't look so good. I could tell they were all worried. 

Nurses rushed in and out of the emergency room, taking some other medical equipment along with them. 

They were taking forever to get back to us. I had no idea what was going on in there. I was dying to be informed by any of them. At least, they should say something to me.

I sat in the chair, my hands still cupped around my face, and silently prayed for everything to turn out well.

Finally, Dr. Thompson walked out of the emergency room. My heart was beating fast as I hurriedly stood up and walked to her.

“Doctor, how is she?” I asked.

Dr. Thompson hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “She is doing fine. We noticed an unusual substance in her system, but we've been able to stabilise her.” She replied, and her words comforted me a little. “I think she was poisoned,” he said.

“Who would have done that? And the baby?” I asked, and I felt my chest tighten.

Dr. Thompson inhaled deeply, my patience was almost running out. Almost losing it, I speak up, almost at the top of my voice, “Dr. Thompson, how is my baby?” 

He looked up at me, his facial expression saddened, and his eyes filled with pity. “I'm sorry; we tried all we could,” she said softly. “We lost the baby.”