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Ajaggedboltoflightningthroughthedarkness,followedbyadeafening<b>crack</b>ofthunder.<b>Finally</b>,theheavensopened,andrainpoureddown.
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Insidetheroom,Stephanie’shandtrembledasshegrippedthebedsidephone.Herhearthammered<b>in</b>herchestassheyelledovertheragingstormoutside,Dominick’sbreathingisshallow.He’sburning up,andIcan’twakehim!”
Herfacewaspale<b>as</b>shehalf–kneeledonthebed,repeatedly tellingherselftostaycalm.Hewouldbefine.Hewasusuallysohealthy.
Butthequestionswouldn’tstopswirlingWhathappened?Howdidhegetsosick<b>so</b>suddenly!
<b>Stephanie’s</b>handswouldn’tstopshaking.Herbodyinstinctivelyfilledwithfear,hernnervestaut.ShescrambledontothebedandimmediatelystartedCPRonDominick.Hisbodywasburninghot,andshe<b>pressed</b>downonhischestagainandagain,tears welling upinhereyes.
“Hehastowake up,shethought.He’salwaysbeen<b>so</b><b>healthy</b>.Hehastobe<b>okay</b><b>!</b>
WhenSandraandtheotherservantsrushedin,PaulMorris,theWellingtonfamilyphysician,alongwithBradandtherestofthestaff,quicklyusheredStephanieaside.<b>She</b>stood<b>back</b><b>,</b>afraidtogetintheway.Hermindwasnk.Itallfeltlikeabaddream.
“There’sapulse…Histemperature’stoohigh.Weneedtocoolhimdown,stat.Getthe<b>IV</b>fluids!”Paulquicklyinstructed,
“Putthemedsunderhistongue.Havehimholditthere.”
Thunderboomedoutside,andlightningshedthroughthegapsinthecurtains.Inthemidstofthechaos,<b>Sandra</b>andthemedicalteambarkedorders.EverythinginfrontofStephaniewasin<b>disarray</b>,andeveryonewassofranticthattheycouldbarelybreathe.
“Don’tmovehim.Justgetallthemedsuphere,now!”<b>Paul</b>shoutedurgentlyandimmediatelybentdown,usingasmallshlighttocheckDominick’spupils.Soon,acrashcartburstthroughthedoorway,withfouror fiveIVfluidssbottlesswaying andtraysfullofmedical instruments,syringes,disinfectants,andmanyitems withspecialinscriptions.
Stephaniestoodfrozeninthecorner,barelydaringtobreathe.Hereyeswerefixedonthebed,afraidtoblink,fearingthateverythingwouldchangeintheinstantshelooked<b>away</b>.
Itallfeltsurreal.Justmomentsago,<b>she</b>andDominickhadbeeughingandtalking.Hehad<b>seemed</b>sowell,sohealthy…
Sure,he’dbeenworkinglonghours,andhe’dmentionedtheasionalheadache.Buthecouldstillliftherwithonearm.Hewasstrong,invincible..Nothingcouldhappen<b>to</b>him.
Hereyeswelledupwithtear
tearsasthefoughttoholdthemback,repeatingtoherselfthathewouldbealright.
Dominickcouldn’tbeintrouble.
Butthenhergazefelluponasmalbelon<b>an</b>IVbaghanging onthemetalstandbesidethebed.“Mannitol.Herexpressionturnedtoshock<b>as</b>shesteppedforwardandgrabbedSandra’sarm.
ThisThismedicine.WhydoesDominick needmannitol?It’s<b>just</b>aheadache,right?”
<b>Mannitol</b>was<b>a</bmondrugusedinneurology.Havingstudiedclinicalmedicineincollege.Stephanieknewitwasprimarilyusedtoreduceintracranialpressureandpreventbrainswelling.
“Wehavetobringhimbacktoconsciousness.Hemustwake<b>up</b>.”
Sheturned<b>to</b>see<b>Paul</b>quicklyinsertinganeedleintoDominick’sarm.Thecold medicationslowlydrippedintohisveins
“Mrs.Wellington,youshouldstepoutside.Dr.Morrisishere,andMr.Dominickwillbefine.”Sandragentlymudgedhertowardsthedoor,burStephaniestoodherground,herfacesolemn,unwillingtoleave
“You’repregnant.Youneedtotakecareofyourselftoo…Sandrasoftlywhisperedinherear<b>again</b>,whileontheothersideofthebed.PaulbentdownandcalledoutsoftlynearDominick’sear,“Mr.Wellington…Mr.Wellington,canyouhearmyvoice?”
Dominick’shandtwitchedslightlywheretheIV<b>was</b>inserted.Butwithtoomanypeoplearound,Stephaniedidn’tseeit,andthenSandrapracticallydraggedheroutoftheroom.
GeorgeWellington.
Justastheysteppedoutoftheroom,Georgehurriedoverfromthestairs,hiscappingagainstthefloor.Hissuithadtwobuttonsundone,andhis<b>hair</b>wasdampduetotherain.Thesightoftheusuallposed<b>George</b>seemedtoeasethetensionintheroom.
“Mr.GeorgeWellington,Dr.MorrisisattendingtoMr.Wellington.HesaidifMr.Wellingtonwakesup,heshouldbefine…Sandrareportedquickly,andhervoicefilledwithconcern.
However,Georgedisn’tentertheroomtocheckonDominick.Instead,heturnedandfixedStephaniewithasterngaze
“Takeheraway”hesuddenlmanded,hisvoicehoarse.
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Sandradidn’tunderstandwhatthisordermeant,andStephanieherself<b>was</b>stillinshock.<b>But</b>soon,two<b>tall</b>Wellingtonfamilyservantshadalreadyseizedherarms.“Grandpa.”shecriedoutinfear,instinctivelystrugglingagainsttheirgrip.
Theservantswerestronganddetermined,liftingheroffthegroundandcarryingherdownthestairs.
Sheturnedback,refusingtogo,andshoutedupthestairs,‘Grandpa,please!Iwon’tbeanytrouble.I’lljustwaitrighthere.AssoonasDominick’sbetter,I’llgoin.IpromiseIwon’tdisturbyou.I’mjustsoworried.Pleasedon’tmakemeleave…Wheredoyouwantmetogo?!”
Shewasdraggeddownthestairsandoutthefrontdoor.Thewindwhippedtherainintoherface,soakingherclothesinstantly.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
“Mr.GeorgeWellington,whereare<b>you</b>takingher?”
Sandrawasanxious.ShewantedtoprotectStephaniebutdidn’tdaretointervene.Allshecoulddowas
wasurgentlycallouttoGeorge.
“Mr.Wellington,thisisaterrible<b>storm</b>!She’spregnant!It’snotsafeforherouthere…
Therewasno
wasnoanswer,onlyt
thereofGeorge’ssharpeyesdirectedtowardsthedoor.
“Mrs.Wellington,pleasegetin.”BradstoodatthegateofBreeze<b>Vi</b>,thebackdoorofachampagneRolls–Royceyawningopen.
However,suchaluxurycarseemedlikeaterrifyingmonstertoStephanieatthatmoment.“I’mnotgoing…Whatdo youwantfromme?Whereareyoutaking me?I’mnotgoinganywhere!Letmego!”
Sheclungtothedoorframe,herbodysoakedbythefreezingrain.Waterdripped<b>from</b>herhair,andherfacewasnumb.I’mnotleaving!”sheshoutedangrily.
“Stephanie!”YvonneandMaryrushedfromthehouse,shocked<b>at</b>thesightofStephaniestrugglinginthedownpour.
Marywasequallysurprisedasshesawthis
“Getheroutofhere,now!”George’sirritatedvoiceboomedfromthesecondfloor,cuttingthroughthmotionbelow.
Stephanieliftedherheadandshoutedathim,“Why<b>,</b>why!”Herheartfeltcolderthanthedownpourdrenchingher.
Tmnotleaving:<b>I</b>saidI’mnotgoinganywhere.IpromisedDominickthatIwon’tleave!”
“It’snotuptoyou,”Bradcoldlysaid.
Herfacefrozeasshelookedat Bradinfrontofher.Forthefirsttime,StephanierealizedBradwasneverakindperson<b>.</b>Hisvoicewascoldandheartless.Hencedattheservantsbesideher,andtheyforcefullyshovedherintothecar.Theirgripnearlycrushedherfingers,andthepainwastoomuchforhertoresist.
“Letmeout!”shescreamed,tearsblurringhervision.Shewedatthedoorhandleandpoundedonthewindow.Letmeout!”
Butitwasallinvain.
Yvonneand<b>Sandra</b>stoodstill,theirexpressionsplexandfearful,watchingasthecardoormmedshut.Theluxurycarroaredaway,disappearingintothestormynight.
“Stephanieleftonherown.Didyouhearme?”theoldmangrowled,leavingnoroomforargument.