CHAPTER 72

Mikayla didn't wait to hear any more. She rushed around the partition to see Abe lying in bed.

He looked so small and frail, dwarfed by the size of the bed.

She grabbed his hand and clutched it in hers tightly. "Abe? Baby? Are you okay?"

The irony was not lost on her that she was the prefect picture of the mum from the party and she was reacting the exact same way.

Abe opened his eyes slightly. He seemed to struggle to focus on her before shutting his eyes again.

"He is not speaking?" She asked over her shoulder, knowing that the nurse would have followed her in.

"He threw up so much that he is very weak right now. I've been giving him some fluids but I think he should go to a hospital as soon as possible. He was talking before, asking for you."

The doctor in Mikayla took over. "How long ago did he get too tired to talk and keep his eyes open?" She asked, looking at her watch.

"Not long. He was still talking until about ten minutes ago," the nurse supplied.

"Can I see what he thre