Chapter 19 The pediatric ward was hushed, the steady hum of monitors creating a fragile calm.
Amelia sat by Debbys bed, stroking her daughters hair with trembling fingers.
The fever had subsided slightly, but her nerves remained frayed.
Ryan stood near the door, his arms crossed tightly as he watched over them.
His posture was rigid, a mix of frustration and concern etched into his features.
Shes stable now, the doctor had reassured them before leaving.
But the tension in the room was palpable.
You should get some rest, Ryan murmured, stepping closer.
Ill stay with her.
Amelia didnt even look at him, shaking her head.
Im not leaving her.
Ryan sighed, his voice soft but insistent.
Amelia, youre exhausted.
Just close your eyes for a few minutes.

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Im here.
Before she could answer, Debbys small body suddenly jerked violently, her frame convulsing as alarms blared.
Debby! Amelia cried, scrambling to hold her daughters trembling hands.
Ryan rushed to the bedside, his voice booming.
We need help in here! Now! Within moments, a team of nurses and a doctor burst into the room, moving with practiced urgency.
One nurse adjusted Debbys IV line, her brows furrowing as she examined the bag.
Amelia stood frozen, clutching Ryans arm as her daughters body continued to seize.
Tears streaked her face as she pleaded, Whats happening? She was getting better! The doctor worked quickly, his voice calm but firm as he directed the team.
Administer the antiepileptic.
Stabilize her vitals.
The convulsions gradually ceased, and Debbys body went limp, her tiny chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Shes stabilized, the doctor said after a tense silence, his tone reassuring.
But well need to run some tests to figure out what caused this.
One of the nurses held up the IV bag, her expression grim.
This fluid bag needs to be checked.
Something seems off.
Amelias breath hitched, her voice breaking.
Off? What does that mean? Ryans jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.
This wasnt an accident.
Amelia turned to him, her voice trembling.
What are you saying? Ryans expression was hard, his words clipped.
Brenda was here earlier.
She couldve done something.
Amelias face paled, her knees feeling weak beneath her.
No… you think she hurt Debby on purpose? Think about it, Ryan said, his voice sharp with anger.
Shes desperate, she blames us for everything, and now Debbys convulsing out of nowhere? This cant be a coincidence.
Amelia shook her head, the weight of his accusation overwhelming.
She wanted to deny it, but deep down, the possibility gnawed at her.
*** Meanwhile, across town, Brenda stumbled into the bathroom of her dingy motel room.
The harsh fluorescent light buzzed overhead as she gripped the edge of the sink, her breathing ragged.
Her reflection stared back at hera woman unraveling, her eyes bloodshot and rimmed with tears.
A wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over, retching into the toilet.
Her body trembled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Slumping to the floor, she pressed her forehead against the cold tiles, her breaths shallow and uneven.
Ryan, she whispered bitterly, her voice barely audible.
Youll regret this.
I swear youll regret this.
Her hand tightened into a fist, her nails digging into her palm.
But even as the hatred burned within her, the emptiness in her chest only grew.
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