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

You wouldn’t be staying in the same room as your wife right now

ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as

trailed Calvin as he hurried after his wife

up when Samuel

to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while

his brows

him on that Tyson finally

and let his eyes wander over

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you

petite woman, who was also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at the edge of

Zimmer claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though I doubt

churning with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve no

Am I dreaming?

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

Samuel instead

a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

like

phone and tapped on the message notifications

Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place the blame on

put down his phone and collected himself.

suppose so. But I still have to remain admitted for two

Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

doorstep turned out to be

in and gave Samuel a dirty

your room

are you doing here,

said Charles in

I swear it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms, so we had to compromise,”

eyed Samuel

that look. I was unconscious all this while and had just woken shortly

was unconvinced.

truly left in the dark just like

man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms

advised against moving around too often due to

sounds serious.” Charles held his palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should

brother’s hand and said soothingly, “Forget it. There’s nothing we can