Tugging

Gregory's POV.

The intention that drove me towards her room was to properly scold her for keeping vital information away from me. What came after that I was unprepared for.

She jumped out of bed in my presence, her hazel eyes confused and tired. My body welcomes the inviting nature of her room. Ivy is not bothered by my voice. Her head moves to ivy and I use my hands to bring her attention to me.

“I thought it was some sick joke….” Her voice grows weaker. She drops forward. My hand works fast to hold her to my chest. She lost consciousness. “Denise”. I tap her pale face with my right hand as I hold her with my left. No response leaves her mouth. She is lightweight and it concerns me. My heart tugs me, it starts thumping erratically in my chest.

The doctor, I needed to call the doctor. My brain goes to reset. I manoeuvre her onto the bed then take Ivy to her crib. Ivy lays quietly observing the dimly lit room. My hands go to my pocket in search of my phone. It isn't there, it's in t