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

staying in the same room as your wife right now if not

I couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out of the

he hurried after his wife without a care

up when

head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes,

cocked his brows in question

him on that Tyson finally departed from the

a breath and let his eyes wander over

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

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

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

mind was churning with a sea of

Am I dreaming?

was Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to

Samuel

a

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he

reached for his phone and tapped on

plans

phone and collected himself. “Are you

have to remain admitted for two more days

Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

doorstep turned out to be the

strode in and gave Samuel a dirty

mistaken your room for another,

are you doing here,

said Charles in bewilderment as his eyes darted between Samuel

think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental.

eyed Samuel

unconscious all this while and had just woken shortly before

was unconvinced.

can testify to that. He was truly left in the dark

stand the thought of his sister staying with that abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this

around too

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

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