Chapter Four

Albert's Pov

I stood there staring at the doctors unable to wrap my head around all that just happened. How could they make such a mistake? And to think that it's with the star couple heaven's mercy.

I clenched my fist, my brows angrily furrowed as I probed my eyes at them.

"How dare you make such a mistake," I yelled. My teeth were gritting against my control. The muscles in my bottleneck stiffed making me unable to breathe.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Cooper, we can go again. I should have done this myself." The hospital director-Mr Thomas pleaded.

"You think I want to do this again," I yelled at him. It was inconvenient, they had no idea how I forced myself to ejaculate that skeet they'd frittered. How was I going to do that again?

I'm not a man that can easily be pleased. Quite frankly, I hardly reach ejaculation doing sex. Locked in the hospital safe room to get some splooge from me was one of the hardest and silliest things I've ever done. The filth video given by the director was of certainly no use. No matter how many times I gawked it I just found it absurd. How do people even get intimate with strangers just to make money?

I had to stop watching the video, and somehow, I did get the skeet needed by recalling my passionate relationship with Amelia. The only woman I've ever loved, but sadly, love eventually wilts. Just like every other regular relationship out there, mine came to naught. Women are never satisfied, I gave her everything, and what happened? She left me for a lesser man. A man that can never be able to compare to my equity. I don't get her, I've been thinking about it for five years now and still, I don't get her.

There is no way I'm making myself go through all the pains from recalling Amelia. I can't do it again. It makes me so furious at the doctors, now what is going to happen?

"How will you solve this?" I yelled at them and whacked the EKG machine. It broke and sparks of electrifying currents were visible and instantly it stopped working. Abruptly Eloise became tremulant.

"What is happening?" I was scared, weren't EKG machines supposed to record the electrical activity of the heart? Or is there something else?

I felt shivers rush through my spine as I grind to a halt. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I was squirming. The doctors were busy trying to stabilize her. I was muttering words of prayers unconsciously, and my hands were clapped together pleading to God to spare me.

I don't want to be the reason for her death. How did she end up falling from the rooftop? She looked perfectly fine when I saw her earlier.

"She stopped breathing." Some of the doctors said and instantly my saliva dried up. My whole body was throbbing. Cold showers penetrate inside my body. It felt as though the air was gulping down my windpipe making it feel desolate.

"What is happening? What is happening?" I kept yelling. I was traumatized. Raveling my hair with my hands I couldn't stop yelling at the doctors, suddenly I felt my heart about to give up on me. It was thumping so fast and slowly became louder than the voices of the terrified doctors. The last throbbed sound I heard was as if a volcano had just surged. I instantly fell to my knees. My gape fixed on Eloise, my vision slowly became blurry as I said my last prayer-

"Don't die on me."

...

"Hmmm," I groaned and winced my eyes. I was plopping on a soft surface, I had no idea what it was. Suddenly I felt someone's hand touch mine and I instantly heaved my hands backward, only then did I glance at the person. He was a doctor.

"You are awake."

I wanted to ask what happened but then I recalled Eloise had stopped breathing.

"How is she? What happened to her? I hope she didn't die!" I instantly became paranoid.

"She is fine. She is in a coma."

I sighed, wheezing a breath of relief. The doctor helped me up and I sat up on the hospital bed and plopped my head against the wall. "Can't believe I almost killed her." But seriously, was I being overdramatic, or is that the EKG machine isn't just used to record the activity of the heart?

"Am I responsible for what happened?" I had to ask, the guilt I was feeling was munching me up from within.

"No, despite being in a comatose state, patients can still feel and hear what's happening around them. When you punched the EKG machine, she must have been frightened by it."

"So in order words, I'm responsible for what happened to her?" He could have just been plain, did he have to explain?

"Mr. Cooper." Director Thomas walked in. "Excuse us." He said to the other doctor and nurse and they both left.

"If you are here to talk about going through the process again, I must decline." I made it clear to him.

"That's okay. I ran a few tests with the patient Eloise, the insertion was successful. If we are lucky she could get pregnant."

The heck! What is he talking about? I crinkled my brows.

"How can you say such a thing. The moment she wakes and she is told about what happened, I'm certain she will litigate this hospital. I can't let that happen. It will put a stench on my reputation and that of this hospital-my hospital. I can't let it happen, so be quiet. She must not find out about what has happened." I warned him.

"What if she gets pregnant? She is not brain dead, she can get pregnant Mr. Cooper."

My jaw dropped and my eyes fixed on him. Holy mercy!