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!

the cold sweat from his

your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the same

care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as

as he hurried after his wife without a care in

to speak up

head,” Samuel uttered while shutting

cocked his brows in

when she waved him on

his eyes wander over the stark

“Why weren’t

woman, who was also dressed in a hospital

was because the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of it,”

with a sea of

Am I dreaming?

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

you?” asked Samuel instead of

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

like he

phone and tapped on the message notifications

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

his phone and collected himself. “Are you

so. But I still have to remain admitted for

this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

doorstep turned

and gave Samuel a

must have mistaken your

are you

ask you that myself,” said Charles in bewilderment

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

eyed

all this while and had just woken

was unconvinced. “Is

testify to that. He was truly left in the dark just like

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

advised against moving around too

Charles held his palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed for

said soothingly, “Forget it. There’s