Chapter 13 Chapter 13
"Sir, can you hear me?" I asked, but there was no response.
I checked his pulse—weak but fast. I also lightly patted his face and looked into his eyes. I turned to the woman next to her to talk to her.
"Are you his wife?"
"I am."
"Did he eat? Did he take any medicine? Is he diabetic? Does he have heart problems?" I asked one after another.
"Yes. He has type 2 diabetes and high blood pressure. And he hasn't eaten anything lately," she answered honestly. I nodded and looked around to find the cabin crew.
"I need the emergency medical kit now. And some orange juice or cola. Faster."
The cabin crew quickly followed me. She gave me an emergency medical kit where I found limited tools. But that's alright, I can make a way. I moved towards the patient again to check his blood pressure.
"Ninety-sixty. It's low. His sugar level is crashing. I can confirm it's likely hypoglycemia," I said. The old woman's face was stained with even more concern.
"We need to raise his blood sugar immediately," I added as I reached for the cola that the cabin crew had prepared. I gave the patient a few glucose tablets and had him sip the cola slowly, lifting his head carefully. His breathing becomes more regular, and his eyelids flutter. That's when I smiled. I also saw the old lady's mood improve.
"Good. You're doing okay. Just stay with me, alright?" I told the patient. I continued monitoring his pulse and oxygen and talked to him gently. Good thing he is now seated back on his chair.
"Thank you so much, hija. I thought about what would happen to my husband. I was really worried. I thought it was just because of the dizziness from the turbulence earlier, but it wasn't. I don't know how to properly thank you for saving him." She kept on rubbing my hand, thanking me nonstop. His husband smiled back, also grateful.
"Don't mention it. The important thing is to keep an eye on your husband and not let him miss the meal," I reminded him.
"Ah, I know! Here, this is all I'll give you! Accept this!"
I looked at the large box she was handing me. "Chocolate? You have it; why didn't you give it to your husband earlier?" I said, laughing.
"That chocolate is not just any chocolate, hija." She winked at me. Why? What's in these chocolates? "I hope you and your husband stay longer and enjoy Italy."
"Sorry? How did you know I'm married?" I asked in surprise.
"You're wearing a ring, hija. And I think the handsome man there is your husband. He's been watching you for a while, and it looks like he's waiting for you too."
He pointed to the man between the economy and first-class seats. There I saw Hendeix standing and looking like he was waiting for me.
"I hope you two have a child together. I wish you a happy and prosperous family," the old woman said, and that's when I remembered what happened earlier. My pussy was overflowing with cum from my husband earlier. I don't know what to feel, if I should be happy or if I'm allowed to be scared.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," the old man commented to me as if he read the reaction on my face. And because of those words, I confirmed that he was okay. They asked my name before letting me leave, and they both introduced themselves to me. Mr. and Mrs. Remington. Thirty-eight years married and forty years together. I wonder, will I also experience being in that situation? To have someone to be with me until I grow old? To take care of me when I'm weak?
I wonder if there would be a man who's willing to take care of me when I become so difficult to handle.
I stopped walking when I saw Hendeix in front of me. I could still see the anxiety in his eyes. I couldn't quite figure out if he was worried about what he had done earlier. True, I've told him many times that he should always withdraw when we have sex. But why does my heart ache when I see him regret it?
"Let's go back to our seats, my wife." He grabbed my waist—a warm caress that relieved my fatigue—and gave me many pats on the shoulder that made everything feel better.
"You did great. You saved his life up there. I didn't know you could actually do that."
I looked up at him. I tried to lighten up our mood. "Why? Are you impressed? It's just you, eh. Instead of getting to know each other, you're always making fun of me! You don't know what I'm capable of!"
He laughed for a moment and glanced at me. Finally, the worry in his eyes disappeared. "I didn't know that you're a doctor," he commented, making my lips curl.
"Why? It's not about the looks, you know? Just because I'm dressed up and you met me at the bar doesn't mean I'm just a party girl, okay? I also do things in life! I just look lazy, but I
work hard!"
He stopped walking when we reached our seats. He was looking at me when he spoke. "You're interesting. I want to know you more, not just as my wife, but as you, Mori."