Chapter 11
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Aurora’s POV
When I opened my eyes again, the white ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. But the smell of antiseptic told me that I was in a hospital.
My throat was dry, and my body felt heavy. When I turned my head, I saw Logan slumped in a chair beside me. His long legs were stretched out, his arms were crossed, and his head was tilted at an uncomfortable angle as he slept.
A lump rose in my throat as I watched him for a moment. I had really missed my baby brother.
“Logan,” I croaked.
His eyes snapped open instantly. He jumped up to his feet, and rushed towards me. “Rory? Hey–hey, are you okay. You passed out at the airport. It scared the hell out of everyone.”
I swallowed. My lips were cracked. “Water?”
He grabbed a bottle from the table and held it to my lips gently. The cool water felt like life itself. I drank greedily, till I began coughing.
“Slow down,” he said gently, pulling it back. “You’ve been through a lot.”
I nodded faintly, closing my eyes. “Where’s Dad? The others?”
“They’re outside. The doctor said only one of us could stay until you woke up. They’re about to storm the room, though, so…” He tried to joke, but his voice cracked.
Before I could respond, the door opened, and a woman in a white coat walked in. The doctor. She glanced at Logan, then at me. “Good, you’re awake.” She checked the chart at the end of my bed.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Redmond?”
I shifted slightly. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“That’s not far from the truth,” she said dryly, her lips twitched slightly.
She looked serious, and professional, but her eyes were soft as she spoke to me. “You passed out because of severe blood loss and malnutrition. Your body is weak. You must’ve been under significant stress for a while.”
I smiled humorlessly. “Stress? Try hell.”
“Aurora,” Logan whispered, then he turned to the doctor. “Do you know what she’s been through?”
The doctor gave me a look of sympathy before she continued. “We found something.”
She hesitated. “We saw signs that you miscarried two to three days ago.”
The words pierced through my heart. I didn’t want to remember what I had lost. I stared at the ground silently.
Logan froze from beside me. “What?” His voice was sharp with shock. “She was
212 37.9%
14:31 Sat, Sep 27 pregnant?”
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed gently. “I’m sorry for your loss. The scan shows clear evidence that it was caused by blunt force.”
I turned my face away, my eyes burned, but there were no tears. I couldn’t look at Logan. I
didn’t want to see what was on his face.
Logan’s chest rose and fell heavily. He was getting angry. “And let me guess, she didn’t get the care she needed?”
The doctor shook her head. “From what we see, she didn’t receive the proper treatment. That kind of trauma should have been handled in a specialized facility immediately. But judging from her condition in our scans, she didn’t get it.”
My brother cursed under his breath. He paced the room, gripping his hair.
The doctor placed a hand on my arm. “Right now, you need rest, nutrition, and emotional support. You’re safe here.” She straightened, giving Logan a firm look. “Don’t stress her. No fights, no yelling. She’s fragile. Do you understand?”
Logan clenched his jaw, but he nodded. “Yeah. I understand.”
The doctor left.
There was a tense silence for a moment. I opened my mouth to say something, but the door opened again. My father entered, followed by my other brothers.
Their faces were dark, filled with fury and rage.
They must have seen my reports.
James spoke first. “Tell us everything.” His voice was low, but commanding.
I froze. My fingers tightened on the blanket.
“Aurora,” My father’s voice was calm, but his eyes were burning. “No more silence. We can’t help if we don’t know what happened. Start from the beginning. Don’t leave anything
out.”
I looked at all of them.
Their identical blue eyes–just like mine–were on me, waiting and pleading for an explanation.
For a moment, shame washed over me.
