I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 857 I’m Not Your Mom

Luna leaned heavily on Abigail, tears flowing freely, rendering her speechless.

"I've sorted out Larry's health issues, and Josh is taking good care of him now. He even calls him 'Daddy,'" Abigail reassured Luna, gently wiping away her tears.

Expressing her gratitude, Luna acknowledged Abigail's efforts.

"It wasn't hard. I've been waiting for you to come back," Abigail said emotionally, releasing Luna from their embrace.

Luna appeared noticeably thinner and fragile, swaying at the slightest breeze.

Abigail wiped her tears and pressed her forehead against Luna's, promising never to lose her again and vowing to always stand by her side, even if it meant being annoying.

Luna teased about Sean possibly getting jealous if Abigail continued to cling to her.

Both of them cried until their noses turned red.

Sitting up, Abigail expressed her concern about Sean's whereabouts.

After Xavien left early that morning, she could no longer contact him after returning.

Recalling how Sean had saved her twice, Luna felt grateful and warm inside, urging Abigail to treat him well.

Abigail vehemently agreed, pledging to face consequences from Luna if she didn't treat Sean well.

Josh entered the room from outside, still holding Larry.

Larry, now almost two years old, looked puzzled when he saw Luna.

Standing by the door, Josh gently touched Larry in his arms and whispered, "She's your mom."

"Mama!" Larry exclaimed, looking at Abigail, a smile lighting up his face.

Luna's hopeful eyes dimmed into disappointment.

Feeling awkward, Abigail stood up from the bed and scratched her head. "I'm going out to make a phone call." © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As she walked past Josh, she gave him a displeased look and hurried out.

Seeing Abigail ignoring him, Larry immediately frowned. "Mama!" He raised his hand and grabbed Abigail's hair.

"Alright. I'm stepping out to make a phone call," Abigail announced, pulling her hair back.

The door to the ward closed with a soft click.

Larry's cries echoed through the room, his wails piercing the silence.

Luna's prolonged absence had erased any memory Larry might have had of her.

Abigail's emotions fluctuated wildly, akin to a turbulent roller coaster ride, shifting from joy to sorrow in an instant.

Approaching the nurse's station, Abigail sought out the doctor who had been conversing with Luna earlier, eager for an update on her condition.

"She's grappling with severe depression, to the point where even eating becomes a challenge without proper treatment," the doctor explained, his expression filled with sympathy as he held Luna's medical records.

Anxiety gnawed at Abigail as she asked, "Will medication be effective in her recovery?"

"In theory, it should help. However, given the severity of her condition, you're aware that depression carries a high risk of mortality," the doctor replied with a heavy sigh.

Luna's brain deterioration had progressed significantly, manifesting in limb stiffness due to a prolonged lack of treatment. Abigail's eyes showed signs of fatigue, a hint of redness surrounding them, while her lips appeared drained of color. After a prolonged silence, she uttered softly, "Let's start with the medication. We'll be there for her every step of the way. She'll get through this."

She understood the immense challenge of supporting someone battling depression. Enduring it herself was one thing, but what about Josh and his parents?

"The key for a patient battling depression is the unwavering support and understanding of family. Her condition is severe. It will be tough for you to stand by her through this journey of overcoming depression, but I hope you'll find the strength to do so. What she's been through is far more agonizing than what you've experienced. Do you grasp that?" The doctor's gaze bore into Abigail with a stern intensity.

Abigail nodded solemnly. "I do."

"It would be best if you truly comprehend," the doctor added gently.

She had witnessed countless individuals trivialize depression, only to witness those same individuals succumb to its grip before recognizing its gravity.

Depression was a neurological condition that could manifest in significant physical rigidity, making even the simplest movements excruciating and eventually rendering the patient incapable of self- care.

"I understand," Abigail affirmed with determination.

"Then, I'll prescribe some medication for her, and she must adhere strictly to the prescribed regimen. The medication may come with side effects, such as weight gain and skin changes, which could affect her appearance in the future. You all need to be mentally prepared," the doctor cautioned as he reached for a pen to write the prescription.

Abigail was already well aware of these potential challenges.

Rescuing Luna was merely the initial step; there were far more formidable hurdles awaiting their family.

Taking the prescription, Abigail returned to Luna's hospital room, accompanied by Josh. However, there was no sign of Larry.

"Josh, this is her medication. Please review the instructions and ensure she takes it as prescribed," Abigail instructed, passing the medication to Josh, silently querying about Larry's whereabouts with a glance.

"He went home," Josh responded softly.

Abigail didn't dwell on it. Turning to Luna's bedside, she gently grasped Luna's wrist, which had become nearly skeletal. "The doctor mentioned that the antidepressants might cause some changes in your appearance, like weight gain or alterations to your complexion, but that's okay. When you're feeling better, I'll be here to work on getting healthier with you."

Luna responded weakly with a murmured acknowledgment.

As Josh glanced at Luna's medical records nearby and observed the stiffness in her body, his eyes welled up with tears.