A Doll for the Boss

When we arrived at the clinic, Dr. Beron was already waiting for us. There was something about this woman that didn't sit right with me - she was polite yet pretentious. They took my wife out of the car and carried her on a stretcher. My bodyguards and I were in the waiting room, feeling very anxious. If I lost her forever, I would never forgive myself.

We had been waiting for about two hours without any news of her. I was about to lose my temper when I saw the annoying doctor entering the waiting room.

"Mr. Ferner," she said sternly.

"Tell me, how is my wife?" I asked nervously.

"For now, she is stable. She had a panic attack and is at risk of a miscarriage caused by stress. The baby is also stressed, has hiccups, and their little heart is beating faster than normal, which could lead to a heart attack. The recommended course of action in this case is to keep the mother calm, in rest, with a good diet and plenty of fluids. If she were a few months further along, we would perform an emergency c-section, but for now, that's not possible. So let's try to keep her as calm as possible."

"I understand. I am a knowledgeable man, my grandfather is a doctor, so I can speak confidently about my wife's condition," I said authoritatively.

"Then you must know what I mean. There could be placental detachment, fluid loss, which could suffocate the baby. You would be solely responsible for harassing the lady. Men know when a woman no longer loves them, so let me tell you that you are acting wrongly."

"Did she say anything to you? Did she tell you she didn't love me?" I asked sternly.

"No, but I assume..." But I didn't let her finish.

"You are a doctor, right?"

"Well, obviously, otherwise we wouldn't be here," she said, rolling her eyes.

Damn rude woman!

"Then focus on doing your job and stop assuming. You came to examine my wife, not to meddle in our lives," I said seriously.

"Son, please," my grandfather said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I didn't know when he had arrived.

"Relax, it's okay, we need to put people in their place," I said, still glaring at the annoying doctor.

"If you're not going to continue with your insolence, then walk with me. She wants to see you, follow me," she said and left.

"Doctor, continue on your way, I'll be there in a second."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I walked towards the wall and punched it. I hated being argued with or contradicted.

"You need to control yourself," my grandfather commented as he examined my knuckles.

"I can't allow people to interfere in our lives. Why does everyone feel entitled to meddle in my marriage? What we have is not public domain, damn it," I said, running my hand through my hair.

"I know, my dear grandson, but right now, the well-being of your child and your wife is all that matters. Breathe, calm down."

After about an hour, the doctor returned to us.

I had to calm down in order to go in and see her. I didn't want to behave like a monster, but it came naturally with her. That's why my grandfather decided to meet my dear wife, which only made me even more nervous. What if she was telling the truth?

After a few minutes, my grandfather came back.

"Go in, it's room 230. Please don't ruin it, she's very weak. Give me your card, I need to buy clothes and necessary things."

"Don't worry about what you have to spend, you know it won't affect me at all. I know, let's go, darling," I said as I looked at him intently. I loved my grandfather, but sometimes I blamed him for many things.