Chapter_193
Olivia forced a smile, though it trembled with exhaustion. “It’s okay, Tyler. Just go ahead. I’m fine here.”
But as soon as the words left her lips, a wave of nausea surged through her. Before she could react, she felt terribly sick, and in an instant, she vomited violently in bed. Her body heaved, and it felt as if she were expelling everything inside her.
Her chest tightened, a suffocating pressure wrapping around her heart, and she could barely catch her breath. She wanted to stop but couldn’t. It was like her body was beyond her control.
Tyler immediately sprang into action, grabbing a nearby trash can and holding it gently in front of her as she continued to vomit. His face twisted in concern, his eyes glued to her fragile state. He patted her back softly, his fingers brushing her damp skin, trying to soothe her as best as he could.
Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what felt like forever, Olivia pushed his hands away, a wave of panic flooding her as she bolted for the bathroom. Tyler followed closely, unwilling to leave her alone.
The sounds of her distress echoed through the room, and the maid hurried in, her face etched with concern. “What’s wrong, sir?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Tyler’s face was stone cold as he turned to her. “Get the doctor. Now.”
Olivia had already collapsed back onto the bathroom floor, her body drained and shaking violently. The maid nodded and rushed off to call the doctor as Tyler knelt beside her.
Olivia’s stomach churned relentlessly, and she couldn’t stop. More than ten times she threw up, her body wracked with exhaustion. She was pale, her face twisted in agony, as if she had nothing left to give. Her vision blurred, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out.
Tyler’s hands were firm but gentle, and as he carried her back to the bed, he tried to comfort her, though his own anxiety was evident. He set her down gently, his frown deepening as he brushed her damp hair from her forehead. “Are you feeling any better? Still nauseous?” His voice was laced with concern, but she couldn’t even answer him. She looked deathly pale, her eyes hollow, her breath shallow and unsteady.
Just then, the doctor arrived, his face serious as he quickly assessed Olivia’s condition. Tyler’s gaze locked with the doctor’s, desperation and worry etched into his features. “Is there any solution?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
The doctor hesitated, then spoke gently. “We can manage her symptoms with medication, but we must be very careful. We cannot risk harming the baby.”
The maid added quietly, her voice tinged with concern, “I’ve never seen anything this severe before. She hasn’t eaten in days. How can she keep anything down?”
Tyler’s frown deepened, his jaw clenching. “She needs to eat, no matter what. Even if she’s vomiting.”
The doctor nodded. “We’ll try medication first and see if it helps.”
Tyler didn’t hesitate. “Do that.”
The doctor left quickly, and Tyler returned to Olivia’s side. He stroked her arm gently, his voice low and steady as he spoke. “Get her a glass of water,” he said to the maid, who quickly complied.
The maid handed the glass to Tyler, and he lifted it to Olivia’s lips, his gaze never leaving her face. “Gargle your mouth,” he instructed, his tone soft yet firm.
Olivia didn’t respond. Her body felt too heavy, her eyelids fluttering as if she might drift into unconsciousness. She could barely open her mouth. Tyler gently lifted her head, coaxing her into taking the water, leaning down to whisper, “Come on, be a good girl.”
With her head resting against his chest, Olivia managed to sip the water for a moment before she winced, feeling the nausea return. The maid brought a bowl, but before Tyler could even ask how she was feeling, Olivia’s stomach rebelled once more. She felt another wave of sickness coming.
She tried to push him away, desperate to get some space, but Tyler’s grip on her was firm, steady. He held her as she slumped forward, her body trembling in his arms, too weak to fight him off.
Tyler didn’t let go, his protective instinct kicking in. He wouldn’t leave her, no matter how much she tried to pull away. He was there for her—every breath she took, every minute of her pain.