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!

wiped the cold sweat from

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

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

wait up!” trailed Calvin as he hurried after his wife without a care

about to speak up when Samuel cut him

some space to clear my head,”

brows in question

only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed from the

let his eyes wander over the

disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t you

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

was because the hospital was full, though I doubt the

sea

Am I dreaming?

Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their fears by taking

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering her

had a

Samuel dipped his head.

like he was

on the message

thank me, Samuel. This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans

phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

to remain admitted for two more days just in

days? Doesn’t this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

activity at their doorstep turned out to be the

gave Samuel a dirty

your room for

you doing

Charles in bewilderment

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

eyed

I was unconscious all this while and had just woken shortly before

was unconvinced.

He was truly left

abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still aren’t any available, we’ll file for

advised against moving around too often due to my pneumonia,”

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

soothingly, “Forget it.