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

a trembling voice, Hazel clung to a singular plea, her eyes filled with maternal devotion. “Just save my babies; they’re

urgency,

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

marked by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. “Doctor, please, do whatever

woman? She’s in danger. We need the family to sign. It might get to the stage where it’s her life or that of her child.” The nurse spoke urgently. “We need the

I’ll sign. Hazel would choose her kids instead.” Noah rushed out. “Alright then. We can

no one; he shook

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candid assessment of the situation. Well, I’ll be honest with you.

nothing short of precarious. Well marshal every resource at our disposal but you must also prepare for the stark possiblity of the worst” He stared silently grappling with the gravity of the situation, then nodded

midst of the hospital’s

a distraught woman suddenly burst into

carrying the echoes of desperation. Noch Is she okay? Chloe panted, her words a

epres betrayed a contact of hope and fear as he said. “It’s risky. They might

sadly making into

silence, his thoughts

painful memory, the most

when fate had been merciless robbing him of his own wide and unbor offspring in a similarly

buried his face in his