Chapter 578 Full of Motherly Love
Sebastian's steps grew heavier as he finally made it back to his room. He barely reached the living room sofa before collapsing onto it, sinking deeply into the cushions.
The sharp, unrelenting pain wouldn't go away. He poured himself a glass of water, but even that couldn't ease the stabbing, twisting agony.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his handsome face contorted with the effort of furrowing his brows.
Taking deep breaths, Sebastian leaned his forehead against his hand. Since his heart surgery, he rarely drank, so he hadn't realized how badly his body now reacted to alcohol.
Years ago, his excessive drinking had landed him in the hospital. The doctors had repeatedly warned him to stop drinking. He managed to control it for a few months, but after Brooklyn disappeared, he fell back into the habit.
No matter how strong his body was, it couldn't withstand such abuse. Now, Sebastian understood what it meant to suffer the consequences of his actions.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he steadied his breathing and pulled out his phone. "Dr. Scott..."
He briefly explained his condition to the doctor, who was so furious he nearly wanted to fly over and personally scold this stubborn patient.
But getting angry wouldn't help now. The doctor had to suppress his frustration and give Sebastian some immediate relief advice. "Mr. Kingsley, I'm begging you, please stop abusing your stomach. Have you forgotten about your last stomach bleed? And you've had two heart surgeries. You know your condition. What I just told you will only ease the pain temporarily; it won't solve the root problem..."
"Alright, Dr. Scott, get some rest."
"You... Mr. Kingsley, hello?"
Sebastian hung up and struggled to stand, the excruciating pain making it hard to straighten up. He opened his suitcase and took out the medication he had brought with him.
He had anticipated a drinking session before coming here, but it turned out to be much worse than he had imagined. He was up against five people, none of whom he could afford to offend, and he had to keep them all happy.
Sebastian hated this feeling.
Following the doctor's instructions, he took three different pills and curled up on the bed, not moving for a full ten minutes.
He never wanted to experience this again.
About twenty minutes later, Sebastian slowly came to, the pain in his stomach replaced by a wave of nausea. He ran barefoot to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.
The acrid smell of alcohol mixed with bits of food from dinner, the burning stomach acid nearly setting his throat on fire.
After retching, his eyes were bloodshot, tears involuntarily streaming down his face from the strain.
Finally, feeling like his entire digestive system was empty, he straightened up and flushed the toilet.
He felt much better after vomiting. He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror.
Gripping the edge of the sink, Sebastian stared at his red eyes. His familiar yet strange face seemed to overlap with someone else's, but when he tried to look closer, the image separated again.
In that fleeting moment, he saw Alaric.
The name tugged at Sebastian's heart. He couldn't help but wonder, if he wasn't Brian's biological son, then who was his father?
There was no other answer. He was certain he had some connection to Alaric, if not as a father, then as a close relative.
Splashing cold water on his face, Sebastian pulled himself out of his thoughts.
After a shower and changing into his robe, he returned to his room and picked up his phone.
There were several missed calls from company executives and a few messages from Quinn.
But there was no call from Brooklyn. He frowned. Was she busy tonight?
He dialed her number, but it was already late.
At eleven-thirty, his computer pinged with a new email notification. He took a few sips of water and sat on the sofa to check his emails.
At Aucester Hospital.
"Dr. Mitchell, Dr. Warner, hurry to the ER. There was a serious car accident fifteen minutes ago. A private car was hit by a truck, with two kids inside. One of the kids might have a heart injury."
Brooklyn had just come out of surgery, phone in hand, ready to call Sebastian. She hadn't even dialed when an urgent call from the ER had her rushing over.
She shoved her phone into her scrubs pocket, not bothering to change out of her green surgical gown, and ran to the ER.
Arabella and Jake followed closely behind, all three sprinting as if their lives depended on it. Brooklyn's surgical shoes, with their thin soles, slapped against the hard floor, making even the sight of it painful.
Arabella swallowed hard. "Jake, now I know why Dr. Mitchell is so impressive."
"Stop talking and hurry up."
"My feet hurt. These shoes aren't made for running."
"Quit whining!"
Brooklyn was the first to reach the ER, her green figure darting to the injured child covered in blood.
"Pulse and blood pressure," Brooklyn asked calmly, leaning down to listen to the child's chest, her face growing serious.
"Blood pressure 75/40, pulse 110. The adult shielded the child during the crash, so there are no visible external injuries, but the child's heart seems to have an issue."
Brooklyn stood up. "Get her a heart CT scan immediately. This child has a congenital heart defect. The external injuries are mainly on her arm and leg. The shock is from the sudden crash. Administer saline, and bring me the CT results."
"Yes, Dr. Mitchell."
Jake's voice followed. "The child's mother has a shattered upper arm and severe head trauma. She must have hit the car door while protecting the child. There are glass shards in her arm. Get her a brain CT to check for internal bleeding."
"Got it."
Brooklyn glanced at Jake, nodding in approval.
No wonder he was a senior doctor. His talent finally showed in an emergency.
Compared to Jake, Arabella struggled more. She was handling the father, who was also in shock, with a bruised forehead and multiple injuries.
"The patient has a broken thigh bone, possibly a pelvic fracture... Dr. Mitchell, should we do a CT scan on his left brain?"
Brooklyn was examining the second child, a two- or three-year-old who seemed uninjured but was in shock, lying still on the stretcher, too scared to cry.
"Check for a concussion and internal bleeding. Get him a CT scan and notify the orthopedic surgeon for the bone fractures. The mother needs immediate surgery for her shattered arm. You two, stay calm."
Arabella wiped her forehead. "How can we not panic? There's blood everywhere. Dr. Mitchell, you're so calm."
"How are the other patients? Any needing heart surgery?" Brooklyn ignored Arabella's comment, looking at the eight injured people in the ER.
"No, mostly minor injuries. The most serious one was sent to neurosurgery."
The ER was quick to respond, and the patients were distributed to various departments based on their injuries.
The hall was soon empty, except for the terrified little boy and the bloodstains on the floor.
Arabella removed her mask and collapsed into a chair. "Oh my God, I'm exhausted. Thank goodness I don't work in the ER. This is too much."
Jake sat next to her. "You were lucky. Most interns rotate through departments, but Dr. Mitchell took you in directly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have escaped this."
Arabella bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Mitchell! You're amazing!"
Brooklyn frowned. "Enough. What about this child?"
"What?" Arabella snapped out of her daze. "Oh no! I almost forgot about him. His parents and sister are unconscious. This little boy... He's only two or three, right? I'll contact his grandmother."
Brooklyn frowned. "It's almost midnight. Do you know how to reach her?"
"No."
"So?"
Arabella swallowed. "So, Dr. Mitchell, are you going to take him home?"
Brooklyn was speechless. "Why don't you take him?"
"What? No, no, no. I can't take care of him! You were great with Sofia. You should take him."
Brooklyn smiled gently at the boy. "Sweetie, would you like to come home with me tonight? I'll bring you back to see your mom tomorrow. I'm a doctor."
Arabella and Jake were silent.
Watching Brooklyn comfort the child, they felt a warmth in their hearts.
The little boy, wide-eyed with fear, asked in a sweet voice, "Where are my mommy and daddy? When will they come back?"
Brooklyn's eyes softened. "They said if you're good tonight, they'll come get you tomorrow. So, you need to listen to me, okay?"
The boy nodded, obediently saying, "Okay. You can call me Ronnie Gutierrez."
"Alright, Ronnie. Let's go home and get some sleep." Brooklyn picked him up, and he quickly fell asleep in her arms.
Arabella stared at Brooklyn like she was a miracle worker. "Wow, you calmed him down just like that? Dr. Mitchell, you could be a kidnapper!"
Brooklyn ignored her joke. "Take care of the CT results. I'll take him home. The hospital environment will only make him more anxious."
"Got it, Dr. Mitchell. We'll handle it."
Jake shook his head. "No wonder Mr. Harrington keeps telling you to have kids. You're so nurturing. Your kids will be lucky."
"Exactly! Dr. Mitchell, you have so much motherly love! You should just keep the kid. I promise I won't tell!"
"Stop joking. Keep an eye on Ronnie's parents and sister. If needed, contact Dr. Carter. He's good with Tetralogy of Fallot."
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