"Sorry?" Adria turned around and looked directly into his eyes.
"Her name… it was Veronica." Dakota looked down with a smile.
Why did he have that look on? She hated it… it was a lie… a scheme… on that seemed to deceive her.
"Who was she?" Adria took a light step forward, her head now tilting to match with his.
"She was my wife… my co-partner… or at least she used to be."
Adria's face crumbled up at his words. "Why do you say that… if you don't mind me asking."
"She killed my child… both…"
He still had that delusion… her fist balled tightly.
It wasn't her… it was him, his fault! All his!
At the old thought, she felt a tear roll out her eyes, and before he could notice, she had already did, and immediately turned away.
Dakota cocked a brow.
"is there something the matter?"
"No… certainly not, it's just… it's such a tragic story." She sniffed.
How can she whip for her own death? It was truly tragic.
Adria bit her lips. No, she mustn't show such a weak side.
"I'll take my leave now." She fully now turned, and headed for the door, it opened, and slammed…
It was his fault… that day… only if he had picked.
Veronica would still live.
"Mummy! Mummy!" the child giggled as he ran to her, an airplane toy in hand. "Look, it fly's." With that, he began making a sound like airplane, tracing it towards her at full speed.
"you shouldn't run too much, Maxine… you may throw you food up." She laughed and then picked him up, carrying him in her arms, and staring outside the window.
Where are you… Dakota?
Three days had passed, and Maxine fell sick.
He had gotten a bad illness… one that needed to be treated immediately.
"Dakota… please call me when you get this… Maxine is sick… and we need your help." The call beeped, and went straight to voicemail.
Her hands clenched on it… He never answered, never.
Meanwhile, on his side.
"Who was it?" suddenly, a beautiful Burnett came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body.
"No one." He slid the phone under one of the pillows.
"Alright… Shall we get started?" she began crawling on the bed.
*** ***
Thunder struck, and rain begun pouring hard.
Veronica glanced at the window, there still wasn't a sign of any car.
She had to take him by herself.
Even though Dakota had made it known not for her to step foot outside… but, it was their… no, her child she was talking about here, his life may just be in danger if so.
Veronica turned, and placed a hand on her son's head, monitoring his temperature, and it was heating up heavily.
"It's okay… mummy would take you to the hospital, now." She gently stroked his head a soft smile on her lips t the same time.
Maxine opened his eyes weakly… before coughing hard.
Veronica noticed this, and her mind skipped.
She got up immediately, grabbing Maxine at the same time, and heading for the door.
Her steps were fast, and heavy with urgency.
The door flung open, and the first thing that hit her was the cold, storming, annoyed, wind. Blowing past her hard, and making her hair fly back.
She felt Maxine shiver, and that was enough to clear her hesitation from not going.
She took a step forward, slipping on the cold, wet floor and tripping, hard, onto her stomach.
"Ah!" She yelled, the rain subduing her scream.
It hurts, badly… Veronica tried getting to her feet, but, the more she tried, the more the pain worsened. She could feel her instead bursting with pain, her legs having a warm, feeling drowning down then, and when she took a look, she got the clear sight of blood.
Her eyes widened, and the pain, became even more.
Sobs after sobs, scream after scream… it never ended.
Where was he? She thought in a pleading way, her hands balling tightly, as she found herself turning to face Maxine.
He was out cold, playing on the floor, with blood running through the side of his head.
her eyes couldn't get any bigger, her heart feeling a wide pang of pain and guilt.
"Maxine?" she crawled, tears rolling out her eyes. "Maxine… look at mummy… please." Even more tears began coming out, she hugged him tightly, and tried to give him the warmth he desperately needed, but the more time passed, the more she felt, they both needed medical attention… she was stuck in one spot, having to bare the fact, of watching both her children die, right in her eye.
"Please… wake up Maxine… I beg of you." She sobbed, her tears dropping on his face.
"please… Forgive me… it was all my fault… please… wake up… I'm sorry." She looked up, her gaze were blurry, but she could see a car up ahead.
Getting to her feet with her son, in hand… Veronica stepped in front of the car, her legs shaking from pain, cold, and the loss of blood.
"Help me…" she cried weakly. "Help me… please, he needs help… help him."
She took steps forward, making it known that there was in fact a human being there.
The car made a quick stop, and two old couple came out, a worried look on their faces the moment they got a chance to see what looked nearly like bloody Mary.
"Are you alright dear?" the old woman asked, with a step forward.
Veronica shook her head, tears still pouring out her eyes.
It hurts, but… she couldn't let him die… not now… not ever.
*** ***
The old couple had later on helped her to the hospital, she was then rushed to the LDR.
An hour seemed to have passed by, there was utterly no sound… and by the time she opened her eyes, she could see one of the doctors with the old man, and when he looked at her through the glass, the doctor spun around.
He had a look that she didn't want.
A look of pity.
"Doctor… my child… where is he?" she tried to get up… but the pain was still there.
"You should rest for now… you'll need it."
"Doctor… my children… will they be all right?" she squeezed her face in concern, but the second the doctor didn't answer, it softened.
"Why do you keep quiet, Doctor?" Veronica adjusted in the bed, sitting up properly now.
"It's unfortunate." He shook his head. "you lost both your unborn child… and your child, ma'am."
Her eyes remained blank… and so was her mind, she had nothing to say, nothing to utter.
What…? why…? how…?
All in one day… she lost two things.