My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out Ethan’s words. I knew that whatever he was about to say, it would be part of a story meant to trap me. The nurse’s warning echoed in my mind: Do not let him take Noah off this floor.
I stood up, clutching Noah’s small hand. “Noah’s not going anywhere except with me,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
Ethan’s expression hardened, and the security guard shifted his weight. The doctor hesitated, glancing between us with uncertainty. “Mrs. Harper,” he began, “there are some concerns that need addressing—”
“Tell me what’s in that folder,” I interrupted, nodding toward the manila folder tucked under Ethan’s arm. I knew it wasn’t good, whatever it was.
Ethan’s smile was thin as paper. “It’s just some documents,” he said, the picture of nonchalance. “Proof that you’re not in the best state to make decisions for Noah right now.”
The nurse appeared around the corner, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierceness that made my knees weak. “Doctor,” she said, her voice stronger than before, “may I have a word with you?” She didn’t wait for a response but gave him a look that brooked no argument.
The doctor followed her to the side, his face tight with concern. Ethan watched them with narrowed eyes, then turned back to me. “Let’s not make a scene,” he said softly, his voice like oil. “You know what’s best for Noah.”
I felt the weight of my son’s trust in the way he clung to my hand, his fingers digging into my skin with fear and hope. “Do you?” I asked Ethan, my voice rising despite myself. “Because I don’t think putting something in his drink and bringing him here was about Noah.”
Ethan’s eyes flashed, but before he could respond, the doctor and nurse returned. The nurse stood slightly in front of him, like a protector.
“I’ve just spoken with the staff,” the doctor said, his tone different now, firmer. “Until we clarify a few things, Noah will remain under hospital care.”
Ethan’s face twisted, but before he could argue, the nurse stepped in. “Mr. Harper, we need to ensure Noah’s safety above all else,” she said. Her voice was a quiet rebellion. “For now, we’ll keep him here.”
I exhaled shakily, relief and tension winding through me. I knew this wasn’t over. But for the moment, Noah was safe. The nurse caught my eye and gave a small nod, a silent promise of support.
Ethan’s face was a storm, but he only said, “We’ll sort this out soon.” He turned on his heel, the guard trailing behind him, leaving the tension to fade in his wake.
The nurse stayed close, her presence a steady reassurance. “I’ll make sure you’re updated, Mrs. Harper,” she said, her eyes kind but serious. “And we’ll keep an eye on who comes and goes.”
I nodded, swallowing back the emotion that threatened to choke me. “Thank you,” I whispered, pulling Noah into a hug. He melted against me, finally letting the tears fall.
As I held him, I knew this was only a temporary reprieve. Ethan wouldn’t give up, and the fight for Noah had just begun. But I wasn’t alone. Not anymore.
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