Chapter 408 Calm Her Down
Clara burst into the nearest doctor's office from Elodie's ward, her face a mask of panic.
"Please, you have to help! My mom's having a breakdown!" she pleaded.
The doctor grabbed some medication and called for assistance.
They hurried back to Elodie's room, where she was still in the throes of anxiety.
"Hold her down so we can give her a sedative," the doctor instructed the nurses and Desmond.
Elodie fought against them, her face twisted with fear and anger.
"She's too agitated. We need to calm her down," the doctor said urgently.
"Mom, please, don't move," Clara begged, her voice shaking.
But Elodie was too far gone to hear her daughter's pleas.
"Mom?" Clara called out again, louder this time.
Elodie seemed to hear her. She tried to turn her head but couldn't.
"Clara?" Elodie squinted, trying to see Clara.
Clara moved to stand directly in front of her. "Mom, it's me, Clara. Please, let go of Desmond."
She reached out to pull Desmond away, but Elodie roared at her.
"Desmond, you won't hurt my son!" she shouted, gripping Desmond tightly and glaring ahead.
Clara froze, startled by her mother's intensity.
"Mom, Desmond isn't..." Clara started to explain, but Elodie cut her off with another furious outburst.
Elodie not only held onto Desmond but also tried to bite him.
Despite her confusion, she was surprisingly strong. The doctor called for more help.
Clara stood there, pale and frightened.
Desmond, still restraining Elodie, glanced at Clara. "Clara, maybe you should step back or wait outside."
Clara didn't leave but moved to a corner of the room.
Finally, they managed to administer the sedative.
Even after the injection, Elodie's muscles didn't immediately relax, and no one dared let go.
"Just a few more minutes," the doctor said, wiping his brow.
Desmond, still holding on, tried to be patient.
Elodie's shouts gradually weakened, and as she began to fall asleep, Clara cautiously approached.
"Mom? Are you okay?" Clara asked, her face pale with worry.
Elodie didn't respond. Her eyelids were heavy, but her anger hadn't completely faded. She wanted to glare at Desmond, but couldn't.
Clara felt awkward being ignored.
"Clara, don't worry," Desmond said, finally relaxing as Elodie went limp. "She'll be fine."
"Okay," Clara nodded, staying close by.
A few minutes later, the sedative fully took effect, and Elodie fell into a deep sleep.
The doctor instructed everyone to release her. "It's okay now."
"Finally," Desmond sighed, pulling his arm free from her grip.
He was drenched in sweat and exhausted, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.
"Does he need treatment?" the doctor asked, noticing Desmond's condition.
Desmond shook his head slowly. "Not right now. I'll take care of it later."
He didn't want to deal with his injuries in Elodie's room.
Thinking about Elodie's earlier outburst, Desmond felt uneasy. But with Clara there, he had to keep it together.
The doctor and the others left the room, leaving Clara and Desmond behind.
Once Clara confirmed Elodie was asleep and stable, she walked over to Desmond.
Desmond had multiple scratches and bites, looking pretty roughed up.
"Desmond, let me help you get those wounds treated," Clara offered softly.
Desmond glanced at his injuries. "Thanks, Clara."
Clara's kindness reassured him that she wouldn't jump to conclusions.
Clara shook her head and helped Desmond up. They went together to find a doctor to treat Desmond's wounds.
While his wounds were being treated, Clara waited silently by his side.
Desmond was deep in thought, trying to figure out how to explain things to Clara afterward.
He was worried she might misunderstand him because of Elodie's earlier outburst.
Once the nurse finished treating Desmond's wounds and left, Clara finally asked, "Desmond, why did my mom suddenly act like that?"
She had hesitated for a long time before asking.
Desmond had already thought about how to explain. "Clara, I told Ms. Smith about Nathan wanting to be a donor match for you. That's why she reacted that way."
Clara's eyes widened. "A match?"
She looked confused, as if she didn't understand.
Desmond explained again. He thought to himself how kind Clara was, never considering a donor match even though she was ill.
"Nathan wants to donate a kidney to you, so the match test has been done. We'll get the results by tomorrow at the latest," Desmond said, watching Clara closely, worried she might be upset.
Clara frowned, troubled. "But Nathan's health..."
Desmond didn't want Clara to be more upset, so he spoke softly, "Let's not worry about that now. We need to figure out how to calm Ms. Smith."
Elodie would likely be upset again when she woke up, so they needed a plan.
"Desmond, what should we do now?" Clara asked anxiously, sitting beside him.
Desmond didn't have an immediate answer.
Clara suddenly thought of Dylan. "Should I call Dylan back? He'll know what to do. Mom will listen to him."
Desmond agreed that Dylan might be able to help and nodded.
Clara quickly called Dylan and explained the situation with Elodie, not mentioning Desmond.
Remembering Dylan's attitude toward Desmond before he left the hospital, she thought it best not to bring him up.
"I called Dylan. He said he's coming right back. Desmond, what should we say when he gets here?"
Clara asked as she helped Desmond back to Elodie's room.
Desmond reassured her, "Don't worry. If Dylan asks, just say you don't know anything. I'll explain."
He didn't want Clara to be questioned by Dylan and even considered sending her away.
"Or, Clara, you could go home. I'll handle things here."
Clara looked conflicted, and Desmond didn't push her. After a moment, Clara was about to agree when they suddenly heard a voice.
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