Chapter 104: Chapter 104

Chapter 104

~I will never have his child~

“She slammed her head within a whisker of developing brain damage,” the doctor said and through his almond pair of glasses his stilled gaze sympathized with Brian.

Brian was wary and drawn. Heaviness weighed down on his chin and his knees almost parted away from his waist, each time thought of losing Ella struck in his head.

“I would fain know how it happened,” the doctor mumbled and let loose the stethoscope across his neck and placed it on the executive table, “You have shy away from that question since I have been asking you.”

He raised a brow, “Pardon me doctor,”

Not that he was shying away as the doctor perceived but in the flesh Brian was not there and his sub consciousness had left a long while ago- what could he have told her husband should death had struck , in a moment the agony of fatal accusation from Ella’s family flashed in his eyes and he had never been so frightened.

“Um, it was a domesticate accident. She slipped across spilled water on the floor.”

“Oh accept my pity, OK,” the doctor sounded, had an uneasy breath that came from a reservoir of the bad news he was about giving. He cleared his throat, “Perhaps you are her husband.”

Brian stroked his head at that question, and later shook his head arguably amidst raised brow in the affirmation. Saying a word was too much a thing for him to do right now.. A whole lot paced through his head as he anxiously steadied his gaze on the lips of the doctor, wondering what he was about saying next.

“During our treatment…”

Brian wished he could blink his eyes as his wry face waited for the bad news; he knew something tragic must have happened to Ella , because the way at which she slammed still tortured him till this moment. As the doctor completed his statement Brian swallowed a dry lump down his gut.

The doctor continued, “We ran a test on her and found out she was one week pregnant but then…”

When Brian thought the bad news wasn’t bad anyways, came a contrary statement that shocked him. “But then …” and then he snorted, even feeling his heavy breath whistling through his dried nostrils

“But what?” he asked coldly yet fearfully. Although he had received the worst of bad news and faced with worst threatening events of life, Brian felt his bones quaking and trembling within his body.

“But then some seconds ago she had a miscarriage. I am so sorry, Mr. Brian.

“Oh no, no, no,” he overheard himself repeating those words, slamming on the table and bowing his head in misery. A tear trickled down his right chin before the other left eyes released its own., as he had his face in his hands , wailing like an abandoned kid in the middle of nowhere.

The doctor pacified him with these words; “We just have to be grateful to God she didn’t develop a brain damage, else she would have lost her senses for life, perhaps, by now she could be regarding you as a total stranger.”

“Can I see her now?” Brian asked through rustling, wailing tone, sniffing and coughing to build back a brighter countenance before going to her.

The doctor jerked his head in the affirmative, “yes but on the condition that you go into the rest room, wash up your face and perk up so that she would not suspect any bad news.”

Brian agreed with a nod, and stood up to use the rest room. Thinking the rest room was going to aid his soberness and put strength on his shoulder it even became worst- in the bathroom he wailed more than he did while in the office. He was yet to understand how Ella wanted him in bed so much even while she was pregnant for her husband. Or was she not aware of her pregnancy? Everything had happened like a flash of lightning and regret was one thing he never liked to experience. As he washed up his face in the sink, nostalgia of regrets struck in his head and he saw himself feeling guilty for not doing her biding; for if he had agreed to have her she wouldn’t have walked away and slipped across the water.

“It is my fault! It is my fault!” he kept wailing until the doctor appeared by his side and patted his shoulders to console him

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When he entered the ward in which Ella was admitted, to his amazement Ella was very much conscious with much expectation from life hanging on her bright, delighted face. Immediately the door creaked and opened in full view and she saw the visitor at the door was Brian. Her countenance fell as she tucked away her face and cast her gaze on the wall opposite her direction.

Quickly Brian made to her, taking caution not to make her say much, the moment he beheld the white bandage that wound round her head. He barely could say a word, rather he put her palm into his, rubbing it gently and conveying a thousand word of apology by bringing her palm to his lips, giving it a lasting pecking and placing it on his chest as his heart beat throbbed against it. He could feel her sniffing lightly and it could be she was already heavy with the hurt of the miscarriage and the war that she might have with her husband should he come back to k now of what led to the miscarriage of his first pregnancy with her.

He didn’t know when he said, “I am so sorry for the miscarriage…”

Shocked to her spine, she turned her troubled face to him questioning him with her fire-filled –eyes and scowled face. “I don’t understand you, “She mumbled withdrawing her palm from his, and staring anxiously at his lips to move and repeat what he just said.

“Yes I caused it. If you hadn’t slipped and slammed on the floor, you wouldn’t have had the miscarriage,” Brian said.

“I expected it. Some days ago I threw up heavily and I forgot to run a pregnancy test. I never took it for pregnancy.” She said, shooting her wide end eyes at Brian and anxiously expecting an answer.

“Yes you were one week pregnant according to the doctor but some minutes ago, you lost it,” Brian said further to explain to her.

She beamed, Yes I bled earlier. I suspected it but for the better. I will never have his child, that bastard that calls himself my husband will never have a child of my womb.”

Brian stood gaping…