Page 120 of The Betrayal

“Tired.”

“That's understandable, you've had a busy few days. I'm going to get you moved onto the maternity ward. There will be other pregnant moms. You'll still be in your own room but be better for you to be on my floor.”

I nod.

“Okay perfect, let me get this paperwork finished up and then we can take you up.”

She waltzes out the room and I am left alone once more.

Keaton never came back, and it hurts me to my very core.

Reaching for my phone, I text my dad.

Me

Hey, can you get me some clothes from Killian's penthouse... long story. Don't want to get into it. Need some pajamas and be nice to have some sweatpants and tees too. Also need underwear. xo

I feel weird asking my dad, but not sure who else to text. Keaton obviously didn't care.

Frustration bubbles inside of me, my chest feels tight and anxiety floors me causing nausea to swim deep inside my stomach.

The door opens once more. “Okay, let's get you moved.”

“I can walk if it's easier,” I suggest, sitting up as they walk towards the gurney, kicking the locks off and lifting the sides.

“Not a chance,” Kyra laughs, “bed rest for you. Depending how your stay goes, I might have you on bedrest a little longer once you're home too.”

Great.

I say nothing. Just let my head fall back on the pillow.

“Can my flowers and balloons come with me?” I sound sad and pathetic, and I hate it.

“Of course, Arizona, I’ll get Doctor Stone to get an intern to run them up,” she smiles at me as she pages before walking beside me. “So, a little bird told me you used to work here...” she trails off for just a moment and my stomach knots.

“I did…” and I know straight away it was that no good nosey bitch, Anastasia.

“What happened?” she picks away at me as we move.

“Life?” I offer as a cheap shot but know it's not taken well. She raises her brows and gives me a whatever look. “Fine,” I cross my arms against my chest as we wait for the elevator, “I failed my intern exams,” my cheeks flame and I feel ashamed.

“What department?”

“Trauma,” I lick my dry lips. Sighing heavily.

“So why not resit?” the confusion is apparent in her voice. I get it. I do.

“Pride?” not sure why I am asking her to be honest.

“Really?”

“Think so...” my heart jack hammers in my chest.

“I think you got scared,” she winks. She isn’t lying.

“Maybe... I just didn't like the thought of staying behind when all my class moved forward. I was top of my class, no idea what happened.”

“A certain dark-haired man?” she wiggles her brows, smiling at me before letting a laugh sneak out.

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