Chapter 63 RECOVERY
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ARYA'S POV
We arrived at Stella's apartment.
“Can you walk a bit?” She asked me.
“I can't feel my legs but I'll try.” I replied in a weak voice.
“Is she sick?” The cab driver asked as he noticed the two of us talking.
“Yes sir.” Stella replied.
“Let me help you girls then. Where is your house?” The cab driver asked Stella.
“Over there sir. Just inside that black gate.” Stella replied as she pointed at her apartment.
The cab driver carried me out of the car then instructed Stella to help him lock his can.
He took me to the living room and carefully dropped me on the couch.
“Thank you so much sir.” Stella and I thanked him but he just smiled.
“Don't mention, ladies. She's like a daughter and I'll always be there to help. I wish you a quick recovery. I'll be taking my leave now.” The cab driver said but Stella stopped him to offer him something to drink but he declined politely.
She tried to tip him but he refused as well.
“He's such a good man.” I remarked as Stella nodded.
“Let me quickly fix something for you to eat then you start your medication and rest.” Stella said as she removed her jacket and shoes and went to the kitchen.
She came back not long after with the fruit salad and small rice.
“Really babe?” I asked her as I saw how little the quantity was.
“What? It's small now? You that don't even eat? Well, you have salad to eat. That's why I didn't put much but I can add some more for you when you are done with this.” Stella answered.
“I need to shower. I feel so gummy.” I said to her,
“That will be after you have eaten so that you can go straight to bed.” She said,
“It seems you are now the nurse, not even me.” I remarked.
“A friend to a nurse is a nurse.” Stella replied.
“Uh-uh. We don't do that here. You unlicensed nurse.” I replied as she laughed.
I watched as Stella set everything up, running around for me.
In one hand, she held two pills and a glass of water; in the other, a microwaved heating pad wrapped in a soft towel.
“Here, swallow these.” she said.
I managed to sit up enough to take the pills, letting the water wash down the bitterness in my throat.
She positioned the heating pad carefully over my lower abdomen. I could feel how soothing the warmth was as it reduced the cramps I was feeling.
“Thank you,” I whispered, leaning back into the couch.
Stella sat on the edge of the couch, running her fingers through my hair.
“You need to add that nurse title, like for real.” She insisted as I smiled wearily.
Her words were soothing that I even forgot about the pain I was feeling.
Stella cleared the medicine tray and the plates of food. She helped me to take my bath.
I didn't feel shy immediately, but I felt embarrassed.
My pussy hole was widened because of the child that was evacuated. Blood still dropped and she helped me put on a pad.
Stella helped me to bed after putting on her light clothes for me. I tried to close my eyes, forgetting my pain and sorrow and tried to drift to sleep.
However, she didn't sleep. She just sat beside me on the bed, running her fingers through my hair while stroking me gently.
I opened my eyes after a while.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” she asked me in a hushed voice when she saw that I was awake.
“Tired and hungry. Have you eaten?” I asked her as my stomach growled loudly.
“This lady, with all the food you ate you're still hungry?” She gasped in surprise.
“Aren't you supposed to be happy that your patient is hungry? That is a sign of recovery, you unqualified nurse.”
A genuine smile, the first I’d seen since we left the hospital, brightened her face. “ You're not serious. Yes, I ate. But I made you a massive fruit salad, just like Nurse Trisha ordered. I also made a very healthy soup.” She replied.
“Salad again? Do you want to kill me with that?”
“Until you are jumping and fine, that will be your regular meal young lady.”
She got up and went to the small kitchen.
Stella was more than a friend. I felt grateful having her around me. She was supportive and kind.
She returned shortly with a tray containing fruit salad and a savoring soup. The aroma already made my mouth watery.
“You have to eat slowly.” She instructed as she handed me a spoon.
Slowly? She must be joking. I couldn't wait to pounce on those delicious meals.
My appetite suddenly became large as though the baby I aborted gave extra space in my stomach for food to occupy.
I took a spoonful of the fruit salad, it was so delicious, even more delicious than the first one she prepared out of a rush.
“She called you.” I said, pausing with my spoon halfway to my mouth.
“Who did? Nurse Trisha?” Stella asked me with a frown on her face.
“Yes. She said something, something about her not meeting you before I came. I didn't even understand what she was saying. Do you know her before now?” I asked Stella, suspecting she was up to something.
“N— no. I don't know her. Just forget about the call okay? Focus on getting better.” Stella tried to brush off the talk, just as I expected.
“I saw you making a couple of calls back then at the hospital. Who else knows about this?” I asked her with a serious look on my face.
“Arya, please. It’s nothing, I swear. I was just—"
“Don’t.” I stopped her from further lying to me.
“Don’t lie to me. Not after everything. Who else knows, Stella?”
I noticed how she slumped backwards against the bed rest with her shoulders dropping.
“I only told one person.” She confessed.
“I had to, Arya. I was terrified. When you called me and told me, I... I didn’t know what to do, how to help you get the money, how to handle the doctor's booking. I was a mess, and I knew I couldn’t go through it alone.”
I stared at her, waiting for the name as my chest tightened.
“Who, Stella?” I asked again.
She took a deep breath as if it would be her last.
“I told Justin.”
“JUSTIN???” I asked in complete disbelief. “Justin? You told Justin? You didn't want me to let him know but you went behind my back to tell him? What have you done?” I asked in complete disbelief.
“I'm sorry…” Stella apologized but I was deeply broken.
“Why did you do it? Why??” I asked, my heart completely shattered by this broken trust.