Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 183

"How long has she been like this?" Amanda asks in a worried tone, checking Amara's vitals.

The child is white, pale white and immobile and she has a fever, her temperature is high and heart rate is slow.

Amanda looks up at Leila who is looking down at her child in perpetual sadness, nibbling away at fingers, her eyes red and puffy with dark bags underneath her sleep deprived eyes, fear gyrating back and forth in her heart, worry taking command of her mind, she cannot sleep, she cannot think straight, she cannot do anything.

All she feels is anguish and pain. She should be the one lying down on the bed, Amara should be hale and hearty, she will gladly trade places.

She looks away and she starts to cry again. She just doesn't know what is going on, no one seems to know what is wrong with her daughter, three hospitals and four paediatric specialists and no one can figure out what is wrong.

Four days ago, Amara was hale and hearty. She returned from the playground with Tatum and wouldn't shut up about how much fun they had, Tatum even took her shopping and bought her a cartful of clothes and toys.

Amara insisted that he stayed behind for dinner and when she refused, Amara refused to eat, she went to bed on an empty stomach but the next morning she woke up and has remained like this ever since. Amara couldn't have fallen sick because she did not eat something to bed, right? Or was it when she went out with Tatum? Did she eat something perhaps? Was Tatum watching her at all times? Did he pay her enough attention?

with Curtis, if this isn't medical, we'll find out, she's my Uncle's pack witch," Kelvin says, his eyes full of sadness and

fine Leila," Liana goes to hug Leila and Leila breaks down in her

mother, I can't lose her, I can't

hands down to cover her face and she sobs deeply, her heart throbbing in pain,

she felt this amount

she thought she had lost her child but this time the fear is stronger, the thought of losing her daughter comes with such a brutal pain that she is not sure she can bear, that she doesn't want

be fine, she will

if anything happens to Amara, she will not, her baby is her life, her joy, her comfort

how sad

how sad she feels, no matter what pain she is in, one look at Amara and everything goes away, she draws hope from her little smile, like a reassurance that everything will always work out in the end as

as she

barely above fifteen, lanky and short but her eyes are completely

daughter," Leila says, wiping