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.

his face

to a singular plea, her eyes filled with maternal devotion. “Just save

urgency,

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,

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

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 go–ahead from a

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

one; he shook his head. “Whatever happens to

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

weakened and the CT scan has revealed that the position of her babies is 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 solemnly. He sank

of

distraught woman suddenly

desperation. Noch Is she okay? Chloe

hope and fear as he said. “It’s risky. They might not

the uttered sadly making into the

saf in silence, his thoughts involuntary rearing

painful memory, the most

and unbor offspring in a similarly tragic

face in his hands, the