Just then, the door to the doctor's office was pushed open and Carmela and Maxwell’s attention was averted to the hefty policemen rushing into the room. The policemen wore black trousers and a blue shirt, with a cap on their head. As Maxwell identified their legion, he stood up in a rush, frightened all of a sudden. Earlier, Carmela had begged the nurse to inform the policemen about her. The number she had phoned turned out to be Officer Johnson’s he was the team leader of the burns and he had been looking for her. She was frightened. Maxwell looked at Carmela and the moment their eyes met, he knew he had been backstabbed. “What have you done?” He asked while another man walked into the room, Turning to be Officer Johnson. “Maxwell…” he called, flogging his hand gently with a baton. “It was quite difficult to get you. Now, you have nowhere to go, or are you going to jump through the window?” Officer Johnson joked and an intention jumped into his mind and he wanted to even
In the operating room, the woman lay peacefully on the operating table, the anesthesia working its magic. The doctor and his team were focused on the task at hand, and everything was going according to plan. As the doctor carefully removed the first baby, he heard a cry. It was a healthy, strong cry, and the doctor couldn't help but smile. He looked at the nurse, who was recording the vital signs of the baby. "It's a girl," the nurse said, her voice filled with excitement. "And she's doing great." The doctor continued with the surgery, carefully removing the second and third babies, both of whom were also healthy and strong. When the last baby was out, the doctor turned to the nurse. "Get her transferred to the post-op room," he said. "I want to make sure she wakes up okay." The nurse nodded, and the team worked quickly to get the woman moved to the recovery room. As the anesthesia wore off, the woman began to stir, slowly opening her eyes. "Where are my babies?" Carmela asked,
The nurse stayed with Carmela for a while, giving her the chance to bond with her new babies. After a couple of hours, the nurse said she had to go take care of some other things, but that she would be back soon. Carmela watched as the nurse left the room, leaving her alone with her three tiny daughters. She gazed at them in wonder, marveling at how perfect they were. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft breathing of the babies. Carmela took a deep breath, savoring the moment. She had never felt so happy, so complete. As the door opened again, Carmela called out, still looking down at her babies. "Nurse, is that you?" she asked. “You’re back so early.” But no reply came. Instead, she heard a familiar voice say, "Well, congratulations, Carmela!" Carmela looked up, and her heart leaped when she saw her ex-best friend Nichole standing in the doorway. Wasn’t she supposed to be dead? She quickly wiped away a tear, not wanting to look emotional in front of her. "What are
Carmela's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she was disoriented, unsure of where she was or what had happened. But then, the memories began to rush back to her. The accident, the injuries, the coma. She had been in a vegetative state for over a year. And now, suddenly, she was awake. She tried to sit up, but her body felt stiff and uncoordinated. She reached out with a shaking hand, grasping at the edge of the bed for support. Her head was pounding, and she felt nauseous. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on taking deep breath. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Max rushed into the room. He was out of breath, his eyes wild with concern. A doctor followed close behind him, also out of breath. "Carmela!" Max exclaimed, running to her side. "Are you alright? How do you feel?" The doctor put a hand on Carmela's shoulder. "This is amazing," he said. "A true medical miracle. I need to examine you now, to make sure everything is okay." He took out a penlight and shined it into
As soon as Carmela raised her eyes, she could see Officer Johnson standing beside her bed in front of her, his expression somber. "You've been in a coma for quite a while, Ms. Carmela," he says. "I've been waiting for you to wake up." She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"Carmela asked. "What happened?" He looks her in the eye and says, "You asked me to come see you, before the accident. You said you had something important to tell me." As Officer Johnson spoke, Carmela's mind began to clear. She remembered now. Before the accident, she had made a phone call to the police station, asking to speak with Officer Johnson. She had been desperate to tell him something important, but she couldn't remember what it was. Officer Johnson was still looking at her, waiting for an answer. "I...I don't remember," Carmela stammered. "I don't know what I wanted to tell you." Officer Johnson gave Carmela a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he said. "You've been through a lot, and it's
When Nichole noticed that they were looking at her, she playfully rushed to Carmela's side. “Nichole…” Carmela called, surprised. It was supposed to be a family dinner, why was Nichole here? She was never considered part of the family, only the best friend to Carmela. Who invited her? “Carmela! You’re here, didn’t know you’ll come this early.” Nichole arched her brow, pushing Carmela's shoulder playfully. Carmela felt a sudden rage towards Nichole and she slowly removed Nichole’s hands from her. Her breath coming in hot. “Didn’t know you’d be here, either.” she replied with a straight eye.“Surprisingly your dress looks PRRRRETTY.” Carmela's words lagged at the end of her statement as her eyes walked back to her husband. He coughed, throwing his face the other way. “Awwwn. Thanks. Yours looks pretty as well. Where did you get it from? I’m jealous.” She slapped Carmela's hands playful and all Carmela could reply was a serious face. “You don’t have to be.” “Why though?
“Max doesn’t have to answer that. Carmela what has gotten into you? You were not like this before.” As Nichole continued to ramble on, Max could feel his patience wearing thin. Finally, he had had enough. "Nichole," he said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I need a moment alone. Excuse me." With that, he turned and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to look back to see if Nichole had followed. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear her voice, still talking, muffled by the bathroom walls. He leaned against the sink, running his hands through his hair. What was going on with her? Why couldn't she just be quiet. While Max made his way to the bathroom, Carmela remained seated at the table, a morsel of meat halfway to her mouth. Her eyes followed Nichole as she stood up and hurried after Max, and she felt a knot of worry forming in her stomach. Mrs. Atom, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly spoke up. "What's going on, dear?" she asked Carmela, her tone full of concern
Carmela was sleeping silently on her bed when her eye went open abruptly. Something was wrong, with her stomach. She was feeling nauseous. She stood to her feet and huskily rushed into the toilet. Slamming the door from behind. Max was also sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes. He sat on the bed and from afar heard Carmela coughing her whole intestine out. “Carmela, are you okay.” He called out. His hands sliding down his face, trying to keep himself awake. “Just a second.” Carmela replied back, washing her face quickly in the sink. “I’ll come out now.” Carmela clean her mouth with her mouth and sat on the closet sit. She ran her hand through her hairs and held the back of her head. She frowns. ‘Im pregnant.’ She whispered inwardly. ‘This is too early.’ She look around the bathroom and immediately she grabbed hold a tissue. She pulled a a wrap and lightly cleaned the top of her lips. “What’s wrong with you?” Max was already standing beside the door. He knocked on the door