Regretting Divorce

Claire was staring at the ceiling, laying like a lifeless body. Her hands rested under her breasts on her ribs, her face drained of color and eyes red. She just emerged from the depths of darkness two minutes ago. 

She heard people talking outside the closed door of her ward. It grew into a high–pitched argument. She couldn’t care less to respond to it though. She kept peering aimlessly at the white ceiling 

Then the door parted and someone stepped in. The scent of the person was cognizant and it made her shoulders tremble. However, her face was hard as though it was carved from stone 

“Claire, you’re awake? The voice broke out, shocked and full of worry. 

The person walked closer and he hovered over her. Jittery arms enveloped her and sobs were heard beside her head. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have cursed you. I’m sorry, Claire. I’m sooo fucking sorry.” 

Although Claire’s mouth twitched, no tear appeared in her eyes. There was no trace of moisture. Just dark red, emotionless eyes peering at the ceiling 

She felt herself being squeezed. Her breathing was interrupted by it but she didn’t ask the person to stop. 

It until unbearable pressure fell on the hand on which the cannula was inserted. She let out a low, inaudible cry. The 

person flinched and unlocked his arms from around her. 

She heard a gasp followed by another series of sorries. Her hand was taken and held tight. It was the warmth of the other person’s hand that made her lift her uncaring eyes to identify who he was. 

Her gaze was instantly misted by tears and a low yelp escaped her lips. 

“Scott She barely whispered before losing it. 

I’m sorry, Claire. I’m so sorry. He joined their foreheads, crying along with her. 

Scott confessed to cursing her that day. He confessed that he was hurt by her and it all just happened on an impulse. 

When Claire was not crying anymore, she shook her head, gesturing to her baby brother to stop it. With her other hand she wiped his face. It was then that she realized that her brother, who never let facial hair be visible on his jaw, had his face littered with dark stubble. 

It was as though he had not taken a shower in days. It was probably like that because Claire realized that his clothes were dirty and shirt stained. 

Her heart stopped beating for it was the shirt he had put on her to hide her blood stained jeans when she was losing blood that day. He has been in this state since! 

How long has she been on a hospital bed, unconscious? 

What day was it today? 

Im sorry, Claire. It’s because of me. I… I cursed you? 

“Shh, it’s not you. Stop crying, Scottie. You look very pathetic while crying. And this stubble makes you look old!” Claire tried to joke as she forced a chuckle. 

It only made him cry more given that her tone was bled dry of emotions. It was meek and sounded like it belonged to a 

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person who was taking their last breaths. 

Scott shook his head stubbornly. “Punish me, Claire. It’s because of my cursing th–that you…” He sobbed. That you lost your baby.” 

Closing her eyes, Claire battled the emerging tremors in her body. 

She counted to twenty as she told herself that there was no need to cry. Because honestly, when she had detected a thick trail of blood in between her legs on her jeans, she knew it already happened. She knew that she had lost. 

It wasn’t Scott who made it happen. It was not his curse. 

She did it to herself by allowing others‘ actions to get to her. 

She lost her baby because she let them affect her. 

“Im so sorry, Claire. You wouldn’t have been out for four days had I not said those words to you.” 

Claire was stumped by his announcement. 

Four days! 

Again, she lost precious four days of her life to darkness. 

“It’s not because of you, baby. Don’t blame yourself. Please…” She tried to make him understand. 

Then she noticed her hand which was in Scott’s. It was streaming. Literally. Her blood had coated his hand and was dripping trails of redness on the floor. No wonder why she was feeling dizzy. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Scott, I’m bleeding. Call the doctor. She nudged his shoulder. 

Scott moved with a jerk. His eyes landed between them under her belly. He thought she was bleeding from between her legs. again. 

He heaved when he realized that the sheet on her frame was white, unflawed with redness. 

“It’s my hand, Scottie.” 

Scott swept 

his 

gaze over to see her hand and his jaw dropped. 

Guilt swam in his eyes as he frantically attempted to stop the bleeding. Then he muttered curses for himself before running out to get a doctor. 

Claire sat quietly, emotionlessly, though her eyes stayed watery. 

Distant voices turned to commotion outside her door. She looked at it while her mind remained empty. She couldn’t even try to guess what was happening out there. 

She was just so tired and spent that she didn’t want to stress herself now. 

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I want to see Claire! I will see her and no one can stop me from 

-Her skin burned with goosebumps as those words echoed in the air. 

She heard those words from a hauntingly pissed and stubborn voice… Voice which caused her breathing to fracture as the door parted and closed. It happened in a second as a fuming Scott stepped in with a nurse and a doctor. 

Who was it? She wanted to ask when the doct 

announced. 

“Miss. Argent, it’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling? Ab, the way Mr. Argent told me that your hand is bleeding, I thought it’s worse.” 

“This is not something to worry about. I’ll treat it in a minute. Tell me how are you feeling?” The doctor smiled joyfully like he was greeting any normal patient and not Claire, a woman who was cheated upon, divorced, and oppressed until she miscarried her baby. 

He withdrew the cannula from her flesh and bandaged her hand. The doctor inserted a new cannula on her other hand and put her on liquid medication. 

Till now Claire has not uttered a word in his presence. He peered at her with a smile and uttered, “I can only imagine what you’ve suffered, Miss Argent. However, what happens to you in the future is in your hands.” 

That made her look up. 

She saw a finely built doctor with striking green eyes. He was enticingly broad and the white doctor’s coat clung to his torso. There was a strong air about him that caused her to keep looking at him. He didn’t pity her. If anything, he regarded her with the intention to revive her to a confident state again. 

“No one can beat us unless we let them do it. You’ve given your opponents the chance to attack you with all your weak spots exposed. And if you keep those weak spots unhidden, they’ll find another chance to come at you. Who knows if they damage you terminally next time?” 

“Don’t let it happen. Don’t let them belittle you again.” 

Those were his wise words he shared as a person to another for providing strength. 

When he left, she heard noises outside the door again. It was as if someone was trying to do something. 

Scott observed her looking at the door. Her curiosity was rising, 

“Close your eyes and try to sleep, Claire. Take some rest. He said and it distracted her. 

Chire did what he asked obediently. She dozed off for a few hours while Scott remained seated next to her. 

Other members from her family including some uncles and aunts, her grandparents from both sides, and cousins, who lived in Bloomcrest had also come for her. 

Since her condition was frail and she recently gained her senses, only one person was allowed to stay with her in her room. Scott became that person since he assumed he put his sister in that condition. 

He didn’t sleep. He kept watching her, setting her hair properly, or caressing her feet to make her feel better. However, Claire was asleep. 

He didn’t stop. He felt inclined to do all that for her. 

When it had been four hours and evening crept in, Andrea quietly tiptoed in. 

“It’s been hours since you’re sitting here, Scout. Take some rest. His mother said while stroking his hair. 

“I’m not leaving her alone, mom. You saw what happened to her when I left her alone for a night? Scott didn’t feel ashamed when tears cascaded below his eyes. 

He recalled that day when Claire refused to hang up on her good–for–nothing husband. He recalled how he spoke rudely to her and left her alone. That was the worst decision of his life since it was dictated by his ego. 

He felt humiliated that day when Claire screamed at him. That was why he left her alone for the whole night even though his heart wanted him to go to her, warning him of the upcoming storm if he left her alone. 

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I won’t leave her side for one minute. Who knows if something else happens to He faded out as he didn’t even want to think about anything else happening to her. 

After all, she suffered a lot already. Now no more. Just no more.. 

“At least go and eat something.” Andrea stroked the back of his neck. 

“I will eat once Claire wakes up again.” Scott said while holding his sister’s gauzed hand. 

“Okay,” Andrea sighed and moved back. “We are outside. In case you want to take a break we’ll be happy to replace you and be here with her. 

She whirled around and went to the door. As soon as it opened, a man forced himself in. Andrea was taken aback when a broad chest came to her vision. She stepped back while holding her chest. 

It allowed the man to step inside the ward completely. 

Andrea’s eyes squinted. They blazed with wrath as she spread her hands wide, blocking the path for the man who barged in. 

“What part of ‘you’re not allowed to see her‘ wasn’t clear to you, Hunter Macintyre! Get the hell out of here before I call the cops on you. 

The bridled anger in her voice was palpable. Nevertheless, Hunter stepped inside as his thirsty eyes stalled on Claire’s body on the bed. 

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