Page 161 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“The child…” The doctor exhales carefully. “She’s stable for now, but she hasn’t regained consciousness.”

“What does that mean?” Aisha asks weakly.

“It means she’s in a coma.”

I don’t feel anything for a second. Not because it doesn’t hurt. But my body physically cannot process another version of this nightmare.

“Can we see her?” I ask.

The doctor studies me briefly.

“She’s asking for her daughter,” he answered. “We moved her temporarily into the adjoining recovery room so she could be monitored nearby.”

He steps aside slightly.

“You can go in but don’t overwhelm her.”

Aisha moves first.

I follow immediately behind her.

We enter the room.

Christine is sitting slightly upright against the hospital bed, bruises crawling along one side of her face, and bandages wrapping her shoulder and forehead.

She looks small as if fear hollowed parts of her out while I wasn’t there.

Her eyes find Aisha first.

“Aisha…”

The sound cracks apart in her throat and she starts crying immediately.

Aisha rushes to her.

“Oh my God.” She breaks completely, wrapping her arms around Christine carefully. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Christine sobs into her shoulder, clutching at her weakly.

“Blue… Where’s Blue?”

Aisha freezes for a second and Christine feels it immediately.

“Aisha?” Her voice hones. “Where’s my baby?”

“She’s alive,” Aisha tells her quickly, pulling back enough to hold her face. “She’s alive, okay? She’s here.”

Christine’s breathing turns stable again.

“Robert is here too.” Aisha steps aside and Christine sees me.

Her entire face falls flat.

“Bonbon…” I step forward instinctively.

“Get away from me.” She flares.

“Christine?”