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Isla, Phoenix and Miguel wasted absolutely no time in bulldozing into the ward they located their daughter to be after directions from the doctor in charge. None of them noticed the absolutely guilt-stricken woman who stood with her forehead placed against the cold Plexiglas.
"Olivia," Shawn's voice, even as icy as it still sounded, still contained a hint of gratitude. "Thank—"
The words stopped forcefully in his mouth when she turned to stare at him. Her face was a mess streaked with tears and the side of her temple seemed to be heavily cloaked with dark red blood.
"Come on, I'll get a doctor for you. You look like you also need a little help," Shawn started tugging her hand and led her down the hallway with no room for rebuttal.
Olivia was a bit surprised and glanced down at her hands which fit his palm perfectly. His hold was rather warm...and comfortable. Something that she'd never been able to feel for as long as she could remember.
Unknowingly, a small smile curved her lips as she had the fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, she would be treated like she'd actually deserved. Like she was actually wanted by someone.
Shawn had her settled into a VIP room and after ensuring all her injuries had been catered to, watched over her while she rested.
Olivia was a bit shocked to see him still seated nearby when she awoke. Actually, when she saw him running towards her and his family running past, she thought he'd have some sort of anger towards her. Maybe hold her responsible for all these as all the people she'd once cared about also had.
But he was different. His first thought concern for her health even when his daughter was there and probably in a more direct situation than her. Even if it was only fleeting, she felt contented that she could even die knowing that she'd at least meant enough for someone to care about how she was faring.
"How are you?," Shawn didn't know why he felt so protective all of a sudden, deriving joy in seeing that she seemed to actually be okay now. To be honest, he'd actually felt some part of himself break on seeing her face streaked with tears. Even though it hadn't been directly, he still felt somewhat guilty that he'd caused the tears on her face.
"Good," And Olivia really was better. She had a better grip on her emotions now, compared to when she had almost broken down running through the lobby with the girl in her arms who was closely lapsing in and out of unconsciousness.
"Mom...," She'd mumbled.
That one word had caused her to freeze, and their time bubble as well. As people came to take the girl away for immediate treatment, she'd began to reminisce and wonder.
How nice it felt to have been called that and how different things would have been, had her daughter survived that miscarriage.
If only.
If, only...
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