Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 54

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“We need to take him to the hospital right fucking now! Margaret exclaimed, her voice laced with panic, as she rushed to his left side..

“Help him to the car, I’ll drive! she instructed, her eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination. With a surge of adrenaline, we both lifted him up, his body limp and heavy with pain, and stumbled towards the car.

Every step felt like an eternity, our Father’s writhing and groans tearing at our hearts, as we fought to hold back our own fears and desperation. The world around us melted away, leaving only the three of us, suspended in a nightmare of fear and urgency.

My dad’s damp head lay heavy in my lap, his sweat–soaked hair matting against my legs as I gently caressed his face, trying to offer what little comfort I could. Tears streamed down my face, falling onto his pale skin like rain, as I struggled to hold back the deluge of emotions. I repeated the mantra in my head, a desperate attempt to will it into reality. “He’ll get better, he’ll be fine. We’re almost

there.

The words trembled in my mind, a fragile lifeline of hope as I gazed down at my dad’s anguish–etched face, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Every bump in the road, every passing second, felt like an eternity, as I prayed for the hospital to appear, for the doctors to save him, for this nightmare to end.

Margaret sped through the streets, pushing the limits of safety, as I held my dad’s head in my lap, talking to him in a frantic, reassuring stream.

“You’ll be fine, Dad, we’re almost there, almost there,‘ I repeated, my words tumbling out in a desperate bid to comfort him.

But beneath my bravado, my body vibrated with fear, my heart racing with every bump in the road, every labored breath my dad took. I was terrified of losing him, of not being able to save him, and the growing stress threatened to shatter the fragile courage I was clinging to. Yet, for his sake, I held on to it, pouring all my energy into convincing him and myself- that everything would be okay.

As we screeched to a halt outside the hospital, a team of medical professionals swooped in, swiftly transferring my dad to a gurney. We had called gut en route, and the hospital staff was ready, their swift response a testament to the urgency of the situation

With a flurry of activity, they rushed him inside, leaving Margaret and me to trail behind, our faces etched with worry, our hearts still racing from the frantic drive. The automatic sliding doors closed behind them, and for a moment, we were left standing alone.

I leaned against the cold, sterile walls of the hospital, its surfaces bearing silent witness to countless stories of sorrow, grief, and desperate prayers.

I closed my eyes, sending a silent, fervent prayer heavenward, pleading for my dad to recover, to overcome this latest trial. The hospital’s walls, imbued with the echoes of countless others‘ struggles, seemed to absorb my quiet supplication, holding it close like a promise.

With a sense of resigned desperation, I signed the consent form with shaky hands, my vision blurring as tears threatened to overwhelm

The words ‘emergency surgery‘ echoed in my mind like a death knell, a harsh reminder of the severity of my dad’s condition. The medical team’s urgent movements, their swift departure with him into the operating theater, left me teeling helpless and alone. The automatic doors swung shut behind them, a barrier between me and the fragile, vulnerable figure of my dad, who was now at the mercy of the surgical trani.

Time lost all meaning as I stood there, my gaze fixed on some distant point, my heart suspended in a state of suspended animation.

The world around me melted away, leaving only the crushing weight of uncertainty. It was only when I turned to my sister, her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs, that I was jolted back into the present. I guided her to the metal benches. I sat beside her, holding her close, wiping away my own tears, the minutes ticked by with glacial slowness-

The bospital’s din receded, and all that remained was the quiet, desperate ache of our waiting, the fragile hope that our dad would emerge from the operating theater alive.

The wait seemed interminable, until finally, the doctor emerged, his face a mask of measured optimism.

“The surgery was successful,” he announced, his words like a balm to our frazzled nerves. A wave of relief washed over me, followed by a cautious sense of hope. But the doctor’s next words hauled all the fears back

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“However, given the severity of his condition, we need to monitor him closely for the next thirty–six hours.” The cruelty of those words settled upon us, a reminder that our dad’s journey was far from over. Yet, for now, we clung to the risky promise of success, our hearts still heavy with the knowledge that the road to recovery would be long and arduous.

**You can go

go rest at my place, Margaret,‘ I offered, trying to comfort my sister, but she shook her head, her body still wracked with sobs. I pulled her close, wiping away her tears with one hand, while struggling to hold back my own with the other.

As I held her, I couldn’t help but think about the what–ifs, the could–haves, and the should–haves. How could I have been so blind to the consequences of our actions? How could I have let things go this far? The regret was once again taking over, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the present, on being strong for my sister, for my dad.

“Just for a few hours,” I assured her, mustering a strength I didn’t know I possessed, for the sake of my family. Margaret’s eyes searched mine, as if seeking reassurance that I’d be okay, that I’d hold it together while she was gone.

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