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
Nichole screamed her way, pulling her clothes to her chest in embarrassment as seen naked. Carmela closed her eyes with her hands in a rush, holding her bag with her other hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be busy.”Carmela apologized glued to the same position she was stationed. “I came by to check on you and apologize for the other day.” As Carmela was speaking, the man whom Nichole had just finished having sex with approached her with his trousers and other of his undies in his hands. “Sorry, Ma’am.” Carmela excused him and he rushed by, exiting afterwards. Carmela brought her hands down from her face and looked at Nichole under the white sheets. “You should have called Carmela. How did you even enter into my apartment? It was supposed to be locked from behind.” Nichole complained, slowly picking up her undies on the floor. She pulled it into her clothes and wore it on. “I knew your passcode.” Carmela looked back at the door. Nichole had told Carmela the passcode to he
The light in the room lightened slowly. It has been that last night was a hassle for both Carmela and Max. They were both sleeping peacefully on the comfy bed. Suddenly, Max rolled with a muffled sound. His eyes went open and he moved to the bedside table and looked at the time. He returned back and sighed briefly then turned to Carmela sleeping close to him. He didn’t know why she was this attractive now she was sleeping. They had been married together for more than 5 years, and even though he knew she didn’t have a child for him, he still loved her. He hated the fact that his family members didn’t like her after all she sacrificed just to please them. Soon, Carmela began to wake as he was still lost in thoughts. “Ohh…” When Carmela's eyes met with him, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands ran to her chest. “you scared me. Why are you up this early? And why are you looking at me like that? It creeped the hell out of me.” Carmela adjusted back away from him, a concerned loo