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Chapter 52: Gregoris @ 3.2x nhs

Chapter 52: Gregoris @ 3.2x nhs

He found her unconscious on the floor to her office. She hadn’t replied to his texts for over an hour and he was getting worried, so he ordered the building’s AI to locate her.

It was late at night, but Greg was no stranger to overnight work sessions. In fact, it was he who had taught her how to work.

She was on the floor. He picked her up, she had gotten heavier lately but was still petite to begin with, and carried her down to the infirmary. They flew them both to the hospital.

“It’s your fault,” the woman screamed at Greg and then fell into his arms, crying. Greg could see where Galene had taken her attitude from.

“This is the worst situation for us to meet in, madam. I’m so sorry this happened.”

Gal’s mother sobbed and kept saying, “Not this again. Not again.”

Hours later, Natalie comforted Gal’s mother in the waiting room. Greg remained silent.

His Muse came with a doctor. The three of them surrounded the man, waiting for the news of Gal’s condition. “It was a stroke. I’m afraid the chances of her ever waking up are minimal. We have her on life support, but…”

Her mother sagged on the chair.

“The foetus, I’m afraid, was too young to survive the shock. If it were at a later stage in the pregnancy, we would have some options, but now, as it is, there are none.”

The words thudded in Greg’s ears like heavy taps. “What do you mean?”

“In the minor chance she would wake up, we’re talking serious memory loss, minimal control over the body, hands… It won’t be pretty.”

“But you have to try.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“What do you mean, not?” Greg yelled and grabbed the man.

Mel went between them and pulled Greg away. “Greg, you have to understand, Galene had a DNR in place.”

He squinted, unable to focus on her face and the words. “What? Why?”

“A Do-Not-Resuscitate. Do you realise what that means?”

He sat down and held his head. “They won’t keep her on life-support.”

“It’s her wish.”

He shook his head. “No. There is no way she’d feel that way after us, after the baby…”

“I disagree,” Melpomene said.

Gregoris stood up. “Get me Hermes on the phone.”

Mel tsked. “Greg, please.”

“Now, Mel! I’m cashing in all the chips, every favour, every good standing I have amassed all these years. Get him on the phone for me, now!”