Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

“Oh my God.” Abigail was now panicking too. She looked at the people who were now divided into two groups. The first group was those helping the old man. And the second group was a few meters away from them, which Abigail believed were trying to trap the person who tried to hit Flavia.

“Help!” Abigail screamed.

A car was parked not far from them. Some people were seen carrying the old man’s body into the car. And after closing it, they then turned and noticed Abigail and Flavia. Quickly, they helped Flavia. Carrying her and putting her in the front of the car where the old man victim was earlier.

Abigail then ran into her car, following the car carrying Flavia and the victim from earlier. She didn’t care about the fate of the perpetrator. She entrusted everything to her employees. And then she remembered Gladwin. No, she had to contact Gladwin later when it was clear which hospital Flavia was taken to.

Fortunately, they took Flavia and the victim to the hospital where Gladwin worked. Several people in all-blue uniforms immediately helped Flavia and the accident victim. Abigail followed suit after parking her car. She didn’t care if she parked her car haphazardly. She would deal with any tickets or anything later.

Abigail ran into the emergency department. Flavia was already on a stretcher, and a nurse was examining her. Meanwhile, the elderly man who was the victim was being attended to by a doctor. Abigail didn’t pay much attention to him because her focus this time was on Flavia.

Oh God, hopefully, they both would be okay. That’s all she could pray for in her heart.

Abigail reached into her pants pocket, intending to find her phone and contact her uncle. Damn it! Where was her phone when she needed it now?! She cursed inwardly. She couldn’t leave Flavia at a time like this. For God’s sake.

She ran back to the emergency reception. “Good afternoon, Miss. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Abigail tapped her head. Why did she also forget that her uncle worked as a specialist doctor?! “I’m sorry, Nurse.” Abigail scratched her non-itchy head. “Could you please call Doctor Gladwin Hampton here?” she asked the nurse, who now looked puzzled.

“Excuse me?” the nurse repeated. Abigail glanced at her name tag; the woman in her thirties was named Melanie Roberts.

“Nurse, please contact Doctor Gladwin Hampton. I forgot what specialty he is. But clearly, he has a practice here today. His name is Doctor Gladwin Hampton. Or maybe as a fellow nurse, do you know Jonas Quill?” Abigail rattled off quickly. Hearing the name Gladwin and also his assistant named Jonas Quill, the nurse finally realized.

“Oh. Y-yes. Just a moment.” As the nurse picked up the phone, someone called Abigail’s name.

“What are you doing here?” Abigail turned and saw Eijaz looking at her with confusion.

“Doctor. Flavia.” Abigail rubbed her face. “We had an incident, and it seems like Flavia is going into premature labor. I’m trying to contact Uncle.” Abigail responded to Eijaz’s question in a daze.

“Doctor Hampton is on his way here,” the nurse Abigail asked for help informed her. Abigail thanked her and returned to where Flavia had been earlier. Meanwhile, Eijaz, the man, disappeared to the other side of the emergency room. It seemed like he was indeed about to receive a patient.

“The patient is going into labor,” a man standing next to Flavia’s stretcher announced. “We’ll see how it progresses if the patient can deliver naturally. If the dilation doesn’t progress, we’ll perform a C-section. Please, where’s the guardian?” Abigail raised her hand and approached. “Please fill out the patient’s information.”

Abigail scratched her head again, although it wasn’t itchy. Luckily, Gladwin appeared at that moment.

“Doctor Hampton?”

“Uncle?”

Both people in Flavia’s room spoke simultaneously. Gladwin didn’t respond at all. Instead, he approached his wife, who lay with a pale face and an IV in her hand.

“Darling, what happened to you?” He asked softly.

“Somebody tried to hit her while she was crossing the street outside the café. I don’t know who that was or why they did it. But it seems like the café staff has managed to apprehend them. Uncle, please stay with Via. I need to check on the condition of the elderly man who was also a victim of the accident.”

Abigail felt a slight relief with Gladwin’s presence. She walked towards the room where the elderly man who had helped Flavia earlier was. A young man was whispering to Eijaz, while the middle-aged man who was the accident victim still had his eyes closed.

“How is he?” Abigail looked at Eijaz and the victim alternately.

“We’re going to do a CT scan because so far there doesn’t seem to be any external injuries,” Eijaz explained. “Judging from the patient’s response, there’s nothing worrisome. However…” Eijaz pointed to the patient’s leg. “The patient has a broken bone. We’ll examine it further and proceed with treatment. Who will be responsible?”

“Me.”

“I will.”

Both Abigail and the man spoke simultaneously.

Abigail shook her head. “I’ll take responsibility.” Abigail stared sharply at the man. Then she turned to Eijaz. “He’s the one who helped Flavia. We’ll take full responsibility for him.” Abigail reassured Eijaz, and the man just nodded.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please handle the paperwork.” Eijaz looked at the nurse who had performed the initial treatment on the patient. “Are there any personal belongings of the patient?” he asked. The nurse handed a wallet and an old phone to Eijaz. “Use this to document the patient’s information upfront. And Abby, try to check his phone; maybe there are family members we can contact.” He said. Abigail nodded and left the room again.

She returned to Gladwin. He was sitting beside Flavia’s stretcher, holding his wife’s hand tightly. Flavia still occasionally groaned, but her mouth didn’t utter curses or any other magical words except prayers. Abigail admired her for that.

“Uncle, have you filled out Flavia’s information?” Abigail asked. The man looked up and shook his head. “Let me do it. Do I need to contact anyone at home?” She asked again, and Gladwin shook his head.

“Not now.” He whispered. “Don’t make others worry.” Abigail just nodded and then walked away again, leaving Flavia’s room.

Afterwards, he returned to the receptionist. Trying to fill out Flavia’s data application and the victim Abigail knew named Josef. He massaged his forehead again when he found out that the man wasn’t from Kansas.

“Is there a problem?” a man suddenly appeared beside him asked. The man who had helped Flavia and Josef earlier. The man who offered to take responsibility for Josef.

Abigail thought the man had already left. But apparently not.

Abigail shook her head in response to the man’s question.

“Abby!” someone called her, and it was Jonas. The young man came hastily with a clipboard in his hand. “How’s Flavia?” he asked again.

“Attempting a normal delivery. Still monitoring her progress,” she replied flatly. Now Abigail stood sandwiched between two people on her left and right. Jonas, who suspected the man on Abigail’s right to be her acquaintance, suddenly reached out his hand.

“I’m Jonas, Abigail’s friend,” he greeted warmly.

“Eric,” the man replied. Abigail furrowed her brow. The man had helped her several times, yet they hadn’t even been properly introduced, and now Jonas beat her to it. Abigail felt embarrassed. Finally, she turned to her rescuer and extended her hand as well.

“Abigail,” she said politely.

The man smiled and nodded. His smile was so gentle, momentarily entrancing Abigail. If only her situation wasn’t so dire right now, maybe Abigail could approach the man. But no. Who knows if the man turns out to be someone else’s husband. Abigail chuckled at her own thoughts.

Abigail turned to Jonas, who was now looking at her with surprise. Clearly, how could the person he suspected to be Abigail’s boyfriend turn out to be another new acquaintance of the girl. But Jonas didn’t dwell on it.

“Please help me fill out Josef’s form, I’ll fill out Flavia’s,” Abigail handed Mr. Josef’s ID card to Jonas while she filled out Flavia’s form. “Could it be possible for there to be an empty VIP treatment room? Don’t let Josef be treated in the public ward.” She conversed with Jonas, ignoring the man who was still standing beside her and still watching her.