TOWN HOSPITAL | MYLENE, JAMESON & MARLO | NOV. 14TH
Mylene was trying desperately to see Marlo; to see if she was okay with her own eyes. Yes, she'd heard Jameson over the din of the machines and the people, but for all My knew, he was simply trying to placate her. Nothing could have prepared her for the look in the other young womans eyes when the witches' line of sight finally opened up. Nor the words that filled the silence of the room.
Baby. Father.
Every fear that Mylene had shaped with her own imagination from the moment she'd realized she was pregnant was now coming true. The look of utter betrayal in that beloved face. My slowly shook her head and feebly reached in the direction of her first love, "No."
Please don't hate me. Please. I love you so much. I'm so sorry.
It was a litany in Mylene's head, but the words didn't come. Instead, the pain did. She welcomed it. She deserved it. As she closed her eyes, another tear escaped as the machines began their chorus once again. Except this time the doctors were in a panic.
Cian turned to the nurse with Marlo and Jameson, "Get them out, now." Turning back around, he began to bark orders to the other orderlies and nurses while fixing an oxygen mask over Mylene's face, "We need to get an angiogram and an echocardiogram, stat."