All Too Late

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgement.

It wasn’t long before Richard arrived in the hospital room.

“You’re awake, Ms. Johnson. You barely avoided a lung infection caused by dehydration. I’d suggest you stay put for two more days for observation, just to be safe.”

“Is it mandatory?” Kathleen questioned with a grimace.

“But of course. You wouldn’t want to deal with complications from the flu,” Richard answered sternly in a tone that warranted no objection. “Rest well.”

He then turned to address Wynnie and Calvin who were at the corner. “Were either one of you aware of his eating habits? My diagnosis shows that his gastroenteritis was caused by irregular eating schedules.”

Wynnie wrung her hands in concern. “You know how stubborn he can be.”

“That boy is digging his own grave if he continues neglecting his health,” Richard announced baldly while Wynnie continued studying her son’s sickly pale features.

It was at that moment that Tyson strode into the room.

“Tyson, has Samuel been eating at all recently?” Wynnie questioned hurriedly.

“But of course. However, the food prepared was not up to his standard, insomuch that he barely consumed several morsels out of each meal. I tried convincing him but to no avail.”

“How is he such a picky eater?” Wynnie exclaimed in exasperation.

“I remember Mr. Macari enjoying the meal prepared by Ms. Johnson last time. He finished eating it.” Tyson darted a meaningful glance toward Samuel.

Wynnie crossed her arms. “Kathleen won’t always be around at his beck and call. He can jolly well learn to care for himself.”

Kathleen flushed at the sudden turn of events.

She recalled the time he completely devoured the plain oatmeal she prepared and felt an inexplicable surge of sympathy for Samuel.

Just then, Samuel began to stir, his eyes opening groggily.

Wynnie rushed toward her son. “Are you feeling any better? With the way you’re treating your body right now, you might as well be planning for an early death!”

“I’m fine, all right?”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule. Is eating such a harrowing ordeal? I wouldn’t have given birth to you if I’d known you’d turn out this way!” Wynnie’s anger was irrepressible.

Samuel chose to remain silent but discreetly directed a knife-sharp glare at Tyson.

God knows why you contacted Mom!

cold sweat from his

the same room as

I couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,”

his wife without a care in the world

up when Samuel cut him

some space to clear my head,” Samuel

cocked his brows in question at

waved him on that Tyson

let his eyes wander over

voice disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating

askance at the petite woman, who was also dressed in a

hospital was full,

mind was churning with a sea

Am I dreaming?

at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering her

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

like

reached for his phone and tapped on the message notifications that were popping

No need to thank me, Samuel. This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel,

his phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

remain admitted for two more days just

Doesn’t this mean we’d both

Samuel’s heart dropped.

of activity at their doorstep turned out to be the appearance of

and gave Samuel

must have mistaken your room for another, my

you doing here,

you that myself,” said Charles in

looks like, but I swear it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available

eyed Samuel

all this while and had just woken

was unconvinced. “Is

can testify to that. He was truly

of his sister staying with that abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still aren’t any

moving around too often due to my pneumonia,” Kathleen

forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed

to her brother’s hand and said soothingly, “Forget it.