Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 9

Amidst the sterile white halls of the bustling hospital, a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant murmurs formed a dissonant backdrop to the unfolding emergency. The nurse’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and trembling with the weight of the situation as she guided the resident doctor toward the accident and emergency ward, where Hazel lay, her condition hanging in the balance. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too harsh, too unforgiving for the gravity of the moment.

Hazel was wheeled in. She lay there feebly on the hospital bed. Her swollen belly protruded beneath the hospital gown like a precious cargo, both vulnerable and resilient.

“There was an accident,” the nurse explained briefing the doctor on the way.

Hazel listened while she battled with unconsciousness, it was hard to remain awake. Weakly, she implored, “Please, save my babies.” Her words, a fragile plea, hung in the air like a prayer.

The young doctor, his eyes a mosaic of concern and compassion, approached Hazel’s bedside. His voice, calm and reassuring, served as an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. “What is your name?” he asked with a calming smile.

“Hazel,” came her weak reply.

“Don’t worry, Hazel. You’re in the hands of capable professionals.”

As he inquired further, his gentle demeanor remained unwavering. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice softened by empathy.

“About ten months,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

for delivery,” the doctor acknowledged, his face etched with a mixture of sympathy and

to a singular plea, her eyes filled with maternal

urgency,

team, their faces a mosaic of determination, swung into action with the precision born of years of training. They administered treatments with a sense of the rhythmic beeping of machines serving as a haunting reminder of the fragility of life. The doctor, keenly aware of the gravity of the situation, made a swift decision. “Prepare her for surgery,” he instructed, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. With those words, he left the ward, disappearing into the labyrinthine corridors, where the operating

the doctor, his expression marked by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. “Doctor, please, do whatever it

We need the family to sign. It might get to the stage

would choose her kids

but resolute, knowing she had no one; he

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beany heart the doctor offered a candid assessment of the situation. Well, I’ll be honest

but you must also prepare for the stark possiblity of the worst” He stared

the midst of the

a distraught woman suddenly

voice carrying the echoes of desperation. Noch Is

His own epres betrayed a contact of hope and fear as he said. “It’s

no” the uttered sadly making

silence, his thoughts

painful memory, the most

of his life. The day when fate had been merciless robbing him of his own wide and unbor offspring in a similarly tragic accident. Seeing Hazel

he buried his face in his hands, the