“Why is this still happening?” Ernest knelt beside her, waiting patiently until the episode passed before gathering her into his arms.
He assisted her in rinsing her mouth, gently wiped her pale face, and carried her back to the bed with careful tenderness. He swept away the damp strands of hair clinging to her temples and whispered, “Rest for a moment. I’ll contact the doctor immediately.”
Elissa’s persistent vomiting continued relentlessly. While the doctor insisted it was a typical pregnancy response, no one could withstand such torment indefinitely, especially not an expectant mother.
After settling her comfortably, Ernest immediately placed a call to the doctor.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor arrived to conduct a thorough examination of Elissa.
“What’s her condition?” Ernest demanded, his expression growing increasingly dark as he fixed his stare on the doctor.
“Mr. Flynn,” the doctor began, wringing his hands with obvious nervousness. “Beyond the typical pregnancy symptoms… I need to ask—has her emotional state been particularly volatile?”
Ernest went completely still, remaining silent for several tense seconds. Finally, he asked, “Does her emotional state have any connection to the severe vomiting?”
“Well…” The doctor wavered under the intensity of Ernest’s penetrating stare but responded with complete honesty. “It does have a significant impact.” Without understanding the complete situation, the doctor could only recommend, “Do everything in your power to maintain her emotional stability and comfort—it will dramatically improve her overall health.”
“Very well, I understand completely. You may go now.” Ernest gave a curt nod.
“Of course, Mr. Flynn.”
After the doctor’s departure, Ernest positioned himself beside Elissa’s bed, his face shadowed with deep concern. He was completely at a loss for how to begin any conversation with her.
Observing his tormented expression, Elissa couldn’t suppress a bitter laugh. “What’s wrong? There’s nothing you can do to make me feel better, is there? Because… you refuse to give me what I truly want, don’t you?”
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Ernest was speechless, utterly unable to formulate any response. Granting her what she desperately wanted would mean releasing her from his life, and that was something he simply couldn’t bring himself to do.
This entire situation seemed to be leading toward a dead end.
Later that afternoon, Ernest contacted the doctor once more. This time, his purpose was to arrange for a nutritional IV drip for Elissa. She remained unable to keep food down and continued vomiting relentlessly—neither she nor the baby could survive this pattern much longer.
Elissa had ceased caring about anything, allowing him to handle all the medical arrangements without protest.
The following day brought no improvement whatsoever. By evening, after another session of nutritional IV therapy, Ernest finally returned home.
He had desperately wanted to keep Elissa by his side constantly, but her increasingly fragile condition made any movement completely impractical.
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