Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 94

Theo POV

My morning, I started out really well. I loved pampering Bethany and making her get all hot and bothered. She might think I had not noticed her squirming for my touch, but I did, which made it hard for her to feel so good. She was hoping I would touch her and relieve the build-up, but I am not sure if she is well enough for that, so I am not game enough to try, and it is not something I am going to ask my Dad about.

I gave both, toast and cereal for breakfast. Nothing fancy. I had taken so long with the spa and massage that I had almost run out of time. I had to go to work today and was not looking forward to leaving Bethany alone. I had tried to get Mum to come and sit with her, but she was busy, and so was Dad. I did not feel comfortable calling Bob to come over to babysit. But I know he would in a heartbeat, but he is busy trying to put those who put her here. He was in jail and had a hard job trying to do that. The judge let them all go on bail, even those who should have been kept inside due to flight risk; he put a hefty bail on them, and, of course, they had no trouble raising it.

'Sweetheart, I have to go do some surgery today, so you will need to keep yourself busy. I said with humor, trying to say that I wanted to be there with her.

After breakfast, I had to rush off. I had been teaching for weeks now while Bethany was in a coma, and then when she awoke, I did not want to leave her side for a moment, so I did not need to operate. I could go out of the theater if I was called out, but this man is a long-time patient of mine. Robson said I was the one who needed to do the operation, and I guess, in a way, it was good for me to leave Bethany for a while. She needed to be able to do things independently, and Mum worried that I was indulging her too much. I don't see it myself, but I guess I need to take their advice.

We had our usual banter in the theater when the pressure was not yet on.

'So Drake, is what I have heard true? Have you found yourself a true love? A person to spend the rest of your life with?' I asked with a chuckle as I waited for the room to settle down. We had everything ready to go, and Drake had just put the patient to sleep. 'Yep, I've been seeing him for a few weeks now,' he says with pride and beams a bright smile at me.

'How is it? Do I know him? You have been so secretive about it. I was surprised to hear the gossip in the nurse's station earlier, or I would not have known,' I asked as I picked up the scalpel to start the operation. I hesitated as I waited for him to finish checking the patient and give me the stats so that I could begin.

'You have been a little preoccupied with your own lives to be worried about mine, but yes, you do actually know my hunk of a man; it is Saun, the man you hired for the media releases. His Dad is a patient of ours. Well, I was not expecting that. I now feel a little foolish thinking that Bethany had been interested in him; they were always laughing and seemed to get along well, and now, come to think of it, Drake was nearly always close by. Silly me to be jealous.

'He treated you right? Let me know if he isn't, and I can set up straight, well not exactly straight, but you know what I mean.' I said as a blush rushed up my neck because of my slip of the tongue. Some soft music started up, and a light came on saying the recording of the operation had commenced.

'Yes, very well. That was the last I spoke of his new love. While I cut into the man, I needed to concentrate, and though I had a lot of questions on the tip of my tongue, they would have to wait till the worst of this was over.

Five hours later, I was washing up, happy with how the operation went. Robson met me as I came out of the theater and patted me on my back.

'That was magic work you did there. For a while, I thought you were going to lose him! Robson said with a cheery voice, that was too chipper for me.

'Still early days, he got to make it through the next twenty to forty-eight hours! This was a hard job today. I wish Bethany were up to doing surgery, she would have made it a lot easier than me.

'I will give the family the good news, go and see our girl.' Robson was friends with the family, which is part of why I had to do the operation. Robson had not touched a scalpel in years.

Instead of going straight to Bethany, I headed to our local restaurant and grabbed some takeaway Indian this time, thinking she might have something spicy for a change. We had been having bland food since she woke up.

When I opened the door to where we had been living, I almost dropped the bags as I heard the awful blood-curdling scream. It was real and worse than any horror movie scream I had ever heard in all my life and I have seen some pretty nasty horror movies. I rushed inside and headed to the screaming, dropping the bags on the table on my way to Bethany's bed. There she was, covered in sweat, as she thrashed around, screaming at the top of her lungs. I grabbed her shoulders and tried to settle her down, asking her to wake up, but I had no success. Then I did the only thing I could think of: I picked her up off the bed with her struggling against me. I fought not to drop her on the ground as she struggled against me, and once I sat on the lounge, I placed her on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her to keep her close to me and to try and stop the thrashing and started to kiss her, on her cheek, on her eyes, on her lips. I kissed her everywhere I could, telling her I was there for her and that everything was going to be okay. Slowly the thrashing slowed to a stop.

Dad arrived and saw me holding her to me, trying not to let her go, worried she would hurt herself. His anxious face watched Bethany closely.

The screams slowly ceased, and her breathing was labored and hard like she had just run a marathon, and her eyes opened; they were full of fear. She burst into tears and pulled herself to me once she realized I was the one holding her.

'I will call Bob and get him over here. I think whatever Bethany just remembered, he is going to want to hear it too! Dad pulled out his phone and called Bob, but his conversation was short and to the point.

I rocked Bethany back and forth, and she wept in my arms. My heart was breaking for her. I had no idea what she had just remembered, but whatever it was, it was not going to be nice to talk about, if she could talk about it.

Dad came over and took her vitals, noting them down on her chart and writing something else down, too; I was fortunate that Dad had chosen that moment to visit. He would know how to handle this. Yeah, I know I am a doctor, but when it comes to Bethany, all my doctor's training seems to have walked out the door.