Divorce Anxiety

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

a way of showing your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the same room as your

were to ruin

hurried after his wife without a care in the

speak up when Samuel cut him

to clear my head,”

his brows in question at

when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed from the

and let his eyes wander over the stark

“Why weren’t you eating

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

because the hospital was

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

Am I dreaming?

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

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead

a

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like he was

reached for his phone and tapped on the message

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

phone and collected himself. “Are

remain admitted for

this mean we’d both

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out to be the appearance of

gave Samuel

your

you doing here,

myself,” said Charles in

peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms, so we

Charles eyed Samuel

unconscious all this while and had just

was unconvinced.

He was truly left in the

you to switch

too often due to my pneumonia,” Kathleen

against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production

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