WRITER'S POV
"Vera?" Jackson called worriedly as he gathered her into his arms. "I'm sorry, look at me."
Vera looked at his face with blurry vision. She smiled and raised her left hand to caress his face.
"If I don't die in your hands, then I will live long," she whispered before she lost consciousness again and her hand fell limbless to her stomach.
"How dare you smile and crack such a joke in this condition?" Jack hugged her tightly and shut his eyes to subdue his tears.
He carried her into his office and called Mrs Briggs to help him get a doctor.
"No one is allowed to come into my office, get me clothes that would fit Miss Vera. Bye!" He ended the call and tried to dress up before the doctor arrived.
Vera lay on the couch in his office and the only thing covering her nakedness
