Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 I panicked and dropped the phone onto the hard hospital floor, the loud thud barely registering in my ears.

 Something was wrong.

 My hands trembled as I reached down, touching my inner thighs. My breath hitched.

 Wet.

 Cold dread slithered down my spine.

 Blood.

 No. No. No.

 Jolie's face darkened with concern as he rushed over. "Wifey, what’s wrong?"

 I couldn't answer. My throat was dry, my heart pounding violently in my chest.

 I forced myself to look down at my legs, my vision blurring with fresh tears.

 Jolie pulled me close, his warm arms wrapping around me, his hand stroking my hair.

 "Lola, relax… I know early pregnancy can be tough, but I promise I’ll be by your side. What’s wrong?"

 I let out a soft scoff, the sound twisting with my sobs.

 "Can’t you see the blood, Jolie? I’m bleeding! My baby..."

 I couldn’t say more. The words got stuck, choked by my own fear.

 Jolie's grip on me tightened slightly, but his voice remained calm.

 "Lola… look at me. Where’s the blood?"

 His fingers brushed against my thighs, carefully lifting my gown.

 I winced, instinctively wanting to push his hands away, but I was too weak.

 Jolie parted my thighs slightly, his eyes scanning the area with precision.

 His lips pressed into a firm line before he looked back up at me.

 "There is no blood."

 I froze.

 "W-What?"

 "Lola, there’s nothing there."

 I blinked rapidly, my mind spinning.

 I was so sure I had felt it.

 The wetness. The sensation.

 I knew it was blood.

 I felt it.

 "But… but I felt it…" I murmured weakly, my shoulders shaking as more tears ran down my cheeks.

 Jolie sighed softly, wiping my tears with his thumb. "You were imagining it, Lola. You’re not bleeding."

 He laid down beside me on the hospital bed, wrapping his arm protectively around me.

 "Nothing will happen to our baby. Stop being scared, alright?"

 I nodded numbly, though fear still clung to me like a second skin.

 I let my head rest on his chest, staring at the wall, trying to push away the lingering panic.

 Jolie reached over to adjust the hospital bed, but the moment his arm brushed against my back—

 A sharp pain shot through me.

 "Ouch!" I winced, sucking in a breath.

 Jolie stiffened.

 His sharp gaze snapped to me, eyes darkening with suspicion.

 His fingers brushed against my back again, this time intentionally.

 I tensed, my hands instinctively grabbing the blanket, trying to hide my reaction.

 I failed.

 Jolie yanked the blanket away. "Lola, hold still. Let me see."

 "No." I whispered.

 He was relentless.

 With a single determined motion, he lifted my hospital gown.

 I squeezed my eyes shut.

 I didn’t want to see his reaction.

 But I felt it.

 The rage.

 The way his body tensed beside me.

 "Brian did this?" His voice was low, dangerously controlled.

 I didn't answer.

 But I didn’t need to.

 My silence was enough.

 Jolie’s jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack.

 I tried to pull my gown down again, but he stopped me, shaking his head.

 He reached for the green emergency button beside my bed and pressed it without hesitation.

 Within minutes, a doctor and two nurses rushed into the private room.

 I watched as they dressed my wound, all while Jolie’s piercing gaze remained locked on them.

 His jaw ticked.

 "Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?" he demanded, his voice ice-cold.

 The doctor shifted uneasily. "Sir, the patient requested privacy—"

 "And you listened to her?!" Jolie snapped. "She’s injured! She was in danger! And you just let her hide it?!"

 The doctor looked away. "We apologize, sir—"

 Jolie didn’t let them finish.

 "Get out."

 They obeyed quickly.

 The moment the door shut behind them, Jolie turned back to me.

 He tucked me in carefully, his movements gentle, yet tense.

 Then, he grabbed his car keys.

 My stomach dropped.

 No.

 "Jolie, stop!" I stammered.

 His eyes blazed with fury.

 "I’ll kill that son of a bitch. I swear it."

 His voice was deadly. Final.

 "Jolie, please, it’s late already. Don’t do this." I pleaded, tears spilling down my cheeks again.

 Why was I so emotional?

 Why did I feel like everything was crashing down at once?

 Jolie’s grip tightened on the door latch.

 He was leaving.

 He was really going to do it.

 "Don’t leave me alone, Jolie… please."

 My voice was barely above a whisper, but it made him stop.

 He stood by the door for a long moment, his fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

 I lowered my head, trying to control my sobs.

 Then—

 I heard the door close.

 I looked up just as Jolie came back to me.

 His hand cupped my cheek, his eyes soft, yet burning with restrained anger.

 "I’ll kill him, Lola." His voice was cold.

 "Then you’ll forget about your child when he’s born," I shot back, my voice trembling.

 Jolie stared at me.

 I meant it.

 I wouldn't have a murderer as the father of my child.

 His jaw tightened, but after a moment, he let out a slow breath.

 "What do you want me to do?"

 I swallowed. "Let the law deal with Brian. Please, Jolie. Don’t do something you’ll regret."

 Jolie’s anger didn’t fade, but he slowly squeezed himself beside me on the bed, hugging me tightly.

 "Let’s sleep. I’ll sleep peacefully tonight."

 "Why’s that?" I asked.

 "I couldn’t sleep when you disappeared. I was always up, trying to find you."

 His voice was soft, almost haunted.

 I batted my lashes. "Wait… Selen saved me?"

 Jolie nodded. "Yeah… Turns out, Brian had been hitting her too. She wanted revenge."

 I scoffed. "Unbelievable."

 Jolie chuckled, then his expression shifted.

 Something was wrong.

 "Jolie… what is it?" I asked warily.

 He hesitated.

 Then—

 "Lola, you need to undergo surgery."

 The world stopped.

 "What?!"

 "The poison needs to be drained out. The surgery is in two days."

 Fear slammed into me.

 "But Jolie… what if I go craz

y?"

 Jolie smirked.

 "You’re already crazy, Lola. If you go mad, it won’t be a surprise. You’re only an inch away from—"

 "JOLIE!" I shouted, laughing despite my fear.

 Jolie smiled, wiping away my tears.

 "You can do this, Lola. You’re strong."

 I nodded, gripping his hand tightly.

 I can do this.

 For Jolie.

 For my baby.

 For myself.