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Cillian

I’m currently at Aine’s when my phone rings. I look and see that it’s Kiandre. I silence it and lay my head back enjoying Aine’s mouth around my cock but Kiandre calls right back.

I pick up the call.

Kiandre: Mr. O’Sullivan, you need to get to the hospital. Mrs. O’Sullivan was attacked last night.

I shove Aine away from me when and she goes to protest, I give her a look that keep her silent.

Cillian: Attacked?

Kiandre: Yes, I’m going to ride with her and stay at the hospital until you show up. I know you might be mad at her, but I would get there. She barely had a pulse when I found her.

She hangs up the phone, I tuck my cock back in my pants, quickly fixing them and rushing to the hospital.

I get there and run to the help desk. “I’m looking for my wife, Bia O’Sullivan.”

The woman looks up and gives me a sad look that makes my stomach drop. “She is in surgery right now, here your pass you want to go to floor six.”

I thank her and rush to the elevator. The nurse on this floor is expecting me, “Mr. O’Sullivan, your wife is in surgery, have a seat and as soon as I know anything I will let you know.”

I walk over to the waiting area when I spot Kiandre and Ainsley. I sit next to Kiandre and ask, “What happened?”

“When I arrived this morning, I found Mrs. O’Sullivan unconscious on the floor, covered in blood. She had blood coming from her head, in between her legs, and her hands were above her head and staked to the floor by a knife.”

“Her hands were staked to the ground by a knife?”

She nods her head and wipes the tears off her face.

“Holy fuck!”

I say, running my hands down my face.

“Why? Who could do this to her?”

“Honestly, I’m not even sure why you even care Mr. O’Sullivan.”

Ainsley says.

“Excuse me?”

“I kept quiet because Mrs. O’Sullivan asked me not to say anything, but we have been caring for her the last two months. In that time, you have never come by to check on her because what you’re too stupid to see is your wife was raped.”

“Raped? I saw them fucking with my own eyes.”

“Did you even look at the injuries on her body? Of course you didn’t because if you had, you would have had someone take care of them. We were the ones, hours later, who treated her injuries and run her a hot bath because she was in so much pain she could barely move. Don’t pretend in front of us that you care about her, your actions have proved that you don’t,”

she says standing up.

“I’m going to get some fresh air.”

Kiandre joins her.

Fuck! Did he rape her? Was he the one who attacked her that night? The footage was deleted. Oh fuck, if he was, he was also the doctor who treated her. I have been destroying his life, his career, I told his wife about him fucking Bia. She filed for divorce and has already filed for full custody of the baby once it’s born.

If he did, it’s no wonder, she never said anything, and fuck, I have treated her like shit since she left Greece. She never felt safe enough to trust me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

When Kiandre and Ainsley come back, they sit on the other side of the room, not that I blame them. It’s obvious they care a lot about Bia and honestly, I deserve more than the ass chewing I just got.

I jump to my feet when the doctor comes through the door and says, “Family of Bia O’Sullivan.”

“I’m her husband.”

“She is back in her room; she has a concussion. I’m sorry to tell you but the baby boy didn’t survive.”

I hear Kiandre and Ainsley whispering.

“Oh no.”

“Poor Bia.”

I look at the doctor. “I need a paternity test on the baby.”

He gives me a hard glare but nods his head.

“Can I see her?”

“She asked to be left alone.”

“I’m her husband.”

“I know you’re her husband, Mr. O’Sullivan, but your wife has just gone through a traumatic experience, and to be honest with you, a husband who asks for a paternity test before asking about the wellbeing of his wife or grieving the baby doesn’t deserve to be around her. She needs people to lift her up, not bring her down. I will do the paternity test, but I will only let people see her when she is ready. I protect my patients, even from rich, entitled assholes.”

“I could have your job.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “So be it. Won’t regret losing my job for protecting her,”

he says before he walks back through the doors.

“We will be back,”

Ainley and Kiandre tell me. I nod and walk back over to the waiting area. I refuse to leave. I want to be here the moment she wants me to go back with her.

My phone beeps with a text.

Aine: Why did you run off?

Aine: Come back so I can finish what I started.

Aine: Aren’t you horny?

She attached a naked selfie. I put my phone in my pocket and the guilt hits me. While I was busy getting my cock sucked, Bia was bleeding out on the floor. If I went over to her instead of Aine’s, would the baby still be alive? The worst part is, each time I have went to see Aine to suck my cock, I have imagined it was Bia.

I’m such a fucking asshole.

I sit in the waiting room for hours checking every thirty minutes if Bia is accepting visitors. Each time, they turn me away.

Alarms start blaring, nurses, and doctors rush through the back doors. I jump to my feet and go to the nurse’s station.

“Whose room was that?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Please tell me if that is Bia’s room.”

“I don’t know anything right now. If it’s your wife’s room. I will let you know as soon as I know anything.”

I pace the floor waiting for an answer for twenty minutes when the same doctor from earlier comes through the doors.

“Mr. O’Sullivan.”

“Bia attempted to overdose on the pain killers we were giving her.”

“What? No…”

I say, stumbling back to the wall as; my head starts to spin. Bia tried to kill herself, no not my sweet little lamb. She can’t.

“Mr. O’Sullivan, let’s have a seat,”

the doctor says as he guides me to one of the chairs.

Once we are both sitting, I turn to him and ask him.

“How?”

“She threatened one of the nurses with you actually.”

“What?”

“She told him if he didn’t give her something else, she would have you deal with him. He caved and gave her more. She would have been successful in killing herself but, luckily, another nurse walked in and saw the pain killer packaging. We had to pump her stomach and have sedated her.”

“Is she in any pain?”

“Right now? No, but her attacker really did a number on her. She did have surgery, so she will be in pain.” I nod.

“She is being admitted because she tried to kill herself. She has to be kept under observation for seventy-two hours or it could be longer. Before she is allowed to be released, she needs the psychiatrist to believe she is safe to go home. Even after she is released, she will need help not just physically but mentally. She needs to be around people who love and care for her. Plus, she needs to be seen by a psychiatrist multiple times a week for a while, and a therapist as well.”

“I will make sure she has everything she needs.”

“I can’t say this enough, she needs to be surrounded by loved ones.”

“I promise she will be. Can I please see her?”

“No, she is being transferred to the psych ward. Go home, Mr. O’Sullivan, there isn’t anything you can do now. We will take care of her,”

he says before standing up and walking back through the doors.