One Night Stand

Chapter 9

Gabriella's POV

With time, the studio became busier, so I added two additional employees, Logan and John, who were

both outstanding. I was editing at my office when I received a call from Xander's school, who said he

was experiencing an allergic reaction. I dashed to school to pick him up. I was terrified since my son

had never been hospitalized before. When we arrived at the hospital, Xander was in bad shape; his

body was swelled, and he was frantically scratching his whole body; he began crying, and everyone

stared at me as I raced in. I accidentally bumped into someone and dropped my belongings while

apologizing to her. I had to put Xander down and gather the items I dropped. Xander couldn't stop

crying and I was terrified; he'd never been sick before. To my amazement, the lady made a fast phone

call and ordered me to follow her, which I did. We entered the ward, which was equipped with

everything. I shifted my gaze to the doctor.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make a reservation for the VIP ward."

"Don't worry, ma'am; everything has been taken care of."

"By whom," I inquired of the doctor.

"I did," said the elderly lady I'd met earlier.

"Ma'am, you didn't have to."

" It's okay child, what matters is that your son should get treated. If you want to pay me, just take him to

visit me. I live alone, and a child may transform a house into a home."

" Thank you very much, I'll definitely bring him." The doctor interrupted our conversation and asked

" What caused the reaction is pretty bad"

"They ate brinjals and chickpea curry, according to his teacher. I have never cooked that at home.

Chickpeas and brinjals are two foods that I despise. That's why I was completely unaware that Xandar

was allergic to it."

"Assist me with removing his t-shirt," the doctor said. I observe Xander's birthmark being assessed by

an elderly woman. Then I heard her enquire.

" Do you have a birthmark like his?"

"No, I'm not afflicted with a birthmark. I think it's from his father or someone in his family, or maybe

even mine, but I'm not sure." She smiled as she glanced at me, and I smiled back.

" Do you mind bringing him to me this weekend?"

" Sure, I can bring him.

"If it's okay with you, I'd appreciate it if you could bring him to me every weekend. My home may be

monotonous at times."

"It's not a problem at all; it's difficult to get someone to babysit on weekends, so if you don't mind, I'll

bring him and pick him up later." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

We swapped phone numbers.

"Well, it's settled then. They gave him sedatives. He should be OK when he wakes up.” I thanked her,

and she left, not sure why, but I feel like I can trust her with my son.