text.skipToContent text.skipToNavigation
background-image

The Devil's Daughter von Eddy, Leah (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 10.09.2015
  • Verlag: BookBaby
eBook (ePUB)
2,19 €
inkl. gesetzl. MwSt.
Sofort per Download lieferbar

Online verfügbar

The Devil's Daughter

Red wants what any teenage girl wants in life. True love. But how was she to have it when anything she touched burst into flames?

Produktinformationen

    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 154
    Erscheinungsdatum: 10.09.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483558929
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 181 kBytes
Weiterlesen weniger lesen

The Devil's Daughter

Chapter one Birth It was just a plain white hospital room, no different from the thousands in which countless women had gone through the pain of becoming a mother. She knew that, but it didn't help to settle her uneasy stomach as she stared at the crisp white walls. The atmosphere of the room felt strange, as the doctor went through the procedure. It had been a long and difficult labor, but the end was in sight. As the doctor saw the baby's head emerging, he gently pulled the child out. The woman let out a huge cry of relief as the pain suddenly began to lessen. The doctor looked down and smiled at the newborn baby, and for an instant, all was well. All the world was caught up in the look of quiet satisfaction on the doctor's face; satisfaction in the completion of a difficult job that was well worth the trial. That satisfied and professional smile quickly disappeared as he felt his hands begin to burn. Although he couldn't understand what was happening, the doctor cared first and foremost for the wellbeing of those in his care. Taking care not to drop the baby, the doctor pointedly asked the nurses for assistance. The nurses rushed to the doctor's side and hesitated, murmuring to one another. They were veterans of the hospital, but they were out of their depth. Unsure of how to help without getting burnt themselves, one of the nurses called the manager of the hospital. A janitor arrived after a few tense seconds with a pair of oven mittens from the hospital kitchen. He gave the mitts to a nurse. Gently, she took the baby from the agonized doctor. As the nurse hurried out of the room with the infant, the doctor stifled his pain and remembered his creed: The patient comes first. He turned to the woman, saying, "Ma'am, your baby is fine. She's a perfectly healthy little girl. But when you're rested, there are a few things we'll need to talk about." He smiled at the exhausted woman. She was too tired to see it, but his smile was no longer the same quality of pure joy as the smile he had worn earlier. Instead, it had slipped into the mask doctors must too often put in place while speaking words of empty reassurance to families without hope. Before the mask could slip, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, and finally allowed himself to call for help for his damaged hands. The woman tried to stop the doctor to get more information from him, but was pushed back onto her pillow by the white-faced nurses and was told to rest while she could. In a few days she deemed herself sufficiently recovered from the traumatizing birth. A few more torturous days of waiting followed that before the doctor returned to see her, bringing a solemn-faced stranger with him. They had moved her into a different room. It was a private room where new mothers got to share with their newborn children. But her child wasn't there. No one had told her where she was or how she was doing. She grew to hate this hospital and this doctor. "Let me see my child," she weakly demanded. It had been five days since she had given birth, and the young mother had yet to see her child. There was no mask in place on the doctor's prematurely aged face. In fact, he looked more haggard than she felt. There was no attempt at a false smile as he introduced her to his companion. "Miss Bell, I would like you to meet Mr. Spring." In the corner of the room stood a young looking man with brown curly hair, hard blue eyes, and a well-tanned, muscular body. He was wearing jeans and a fairly casual button up shirt, but the air of professional detachment that radiated from him indicated that he would look just as relaxed, perhaps even more so, in a starched black suit. He nodded to the doctor, clearly dismissing him from the room. The doctor, taken aba

Weiterlesen weniger lesen

Kundenbewertungen