It was one of the best night for Lewis. He stood Looking steadily at Denise's door before he decided to enter his car. He opened the door slightly and looked back as though he expected Denise to come out
He then shaked his head and entered into his car? Lewis looked at his steering, all he could think of, was the beautiful moment he and Denise had. His smile grew wilder and bolder. "I really got this one", Lewis said. "Her beauty is breathe taking", he continued talking in his thoughts. His thoughts were disrupted by the sound he heard, though it wow faded because he had closed his louvers. Again, he heard the sound. It sounded like Denise voice, but he wasn't sure what it was about.
It sounded like a voice in distress. Lewis opened his door and came out with curiosity written all over his face. He walked slowly towards Denise door. "What's happening? Lewis whispered, still looking very tensed and curious.
Denise kept sobbing, it was already night. She was very confused on how she would take her mum to the hospital which wasn't anywhere close from where she lived.
"Mommy! Mom please wake up. You can't die like this Mom, please don't do this to me."
Lewis was getting closed to her door, before he clearly heard her shout. Lewis ran towards her door faster, he banged the four open and found Lewis beside her mom crying helplessly. He quickly rushed to her and took the mom out of her hands- "What happened Denise" Lewis asked, Mrs. David, he called out before she could answer his question.
Lewis knew a little about dying patient and how to check if they were dead. It had happened ones. When his father was beaten to stupor by some gang. It was then he knew he had to learn certain things that concerns life. He assumed that his father dead before an ambulance came and the medic assured him that his Dad way still alive, but they had to rush him to the hospital for proper treatment
Lewis placed his hands on Denise's mom wrist. Her pulse were very weak, that some could identify a pulse. "She's alive "Lewis muttered.
"What did you just say?" Denis asked, her eye popped out as though she had seen a ghost. I said she's alive, help me let's get her to my car.
"Yes! Yes! She's alive", Denise couldn't believe what she heard, and she hurriedly got up and assisted Lewis.
They put her in his car and drove to the nearest hospital which was a few kilometers away.
Denise sat anxiously in the hospital waiting room, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap. Her heart was heavy, but there was a flicker of hope. Her mother, who had collapsed the night before, had been brought to the hospital in a critical state. The doctors had worked through the night, and now, after hours of waiting, the moment had finally come.
The doctor entered the waiting area with a reassuring smile. "Denise?" he called softly, causing her to leap to her feet.
"Yes, doctor?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, afraid to hope.
"Your mother is conscious and stable now," he said. "She's going to be fine. You can see her in a few minutes once we finish monitoring her vitals."
Tears welled in Denise's eyes as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Relief washed over her like a wave, and her legs almost gave out beneath her. Lewis, who had been sitting beside her, caught her by the shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"I told you everything would be okay," Lewis whispered, brushing her hair gently.
Denise nodded, sniffling. "I know. I just… I'm so relieved."
A few moments later, the nurse led them into the room where Denise's mother lay, her eyes open and scanning the room slowly. She looked tired but peaceful, her breathing steady. When her gaze landed on Denise, a weak smile appeared on her face.
"Mom!" Denise rushed to her side, kneeling beside the bed and grasping her hand. "You're okay. You scared me so much."
Her mother squeezed her hand gently. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to worry you."
Denise shook her head, brushing tears away. "It doesn't matter. I'm just glad you're awake."
Lewis stood at the doorway, giving them a moment but watching with quiet support. After a few minutes of emotional reunion, Denise turned to him. "Lewis is here too, Mom. He's been with me the whole time."
Her mother glanced over at him, offering a grateful nod. "Thank you, Lewis. You're a good man."
Lewis smiled, stepping forward to greet her. "It's nothing, ma'am. I'm just glad you're okay."
The nurse returned to the room to check on Denise's mother. "She's doing much better now," the nurse said as she adjusted the IV drip. "We'll continue to monitor her, but she should be discharged in a day or two if everything goes well."
Denise sighed in relief, and Lewis stepped outside to take care of the paperwork. By the time he returned, he had paid the hospital bill in full and was holding a receipt in his hand.
"Lewis, you didn't have to do that," Denise said, feeling a wave of gratitude and guilt.
"I wanted to," Lewis replied firmly. "This is my way of helping. You don't need to worry about the money right now. Just focus on your mom."
Denise's heart swelled with appreciation. She wasn't sure how she had gotten so lucky with Lewis, but his support had been unwavering. He handed her an envelope filled with cash. "This is for you, Denise. I want you to have it. For your upkeep, any expenses that come up."
Denise shook her head, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Lewis, I can't take this—"
"You can, and you will," Lewis interrupted gently but firmly. "Please. I want to help. "She hesitated for a moment but finally accepted the envelope. "Thank you," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes again.
They spent the rest of the night at the hospital, sitting quietly by Denise's mother's side as she rested. The weight of the day's events had exhausted them, but knowing that her mother was going to be okay allowed Denise to relax for the first time in hours. Lewis stayed by her side, holding her hand, offering her silent comfort as they both drifted into light sleep.
When morning came, Denise's mother seemed even stronger, able to sit up and speak more clearly. The doctors continued to assure them that everything was progressing well, and it was only a matter of time before she could go home.
As they prepared to leave the hospital for a few hours, Lewis turned to Denise with a thoughtful expression. "Denise, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about," he began, his tone tentative.
Denise blinked, curious. "What is it?"
"I've been thinking… I'd really like you to meet my mother," Lewis said. He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction.
Denise's heart skipped a beat. Meeting his mother felt like a significant step, a gesture that said so much about where their relationship was heading. She had always known that Lewis was serious about her, but this invitation
made it feel more real.