I watched his retreating back, and something inside me collapsed.
"Louis, I want a divorce."
I saw him falter. His steps hitched for just a fraction of a second. But then he kept walking without looking back.
A few seconds later, Kathy's voice drifted from the room next door.
"Louis, you pulled another patient's doctor away like that. Won't she be upset?"
His reply was soft, tender.
"So what if she is? As long as you're safe, nothing else matters."
Kathy giggled, pleased with herself.
"I knew it. You care about me more than anyone."
A searing, ripping pain tore through my body.
The nurse who came to check on me went pale, her voice trembling.
"Mrs. Henson, you're hemorrhaging. I'm getting Dr. Dickerson right now."
Hemorrhaging. That explained the dizziness, the way the room swam, the frantic hammering of my heart.
But I heard it clearly when the nurse rushed to the next room. Louis's voice, low and hard.
"Hemorrhaging? It's a trick. She's faking it. Dr. Dickerson stays right here. If anyone tries to move her, I'll take it straight to the hospital director."
He was convinced I was lying. Meanwhile, I was slipping into shock from blood loss.