Chapter 3

Allie POV:

I blinked, the fluorescent lights of the hospital room blurring into a harsh white haze. My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes. I was back. Again. I shifted, a groan escaping my lips. My body felt heavy, sluggish, as if I' d been dragged through concrete.

August sat by my bedside, his face haggard, a shadow of stubble darkening his jaw. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, were bloodshot and tired. For a split second, I almost believed he had been worried.

"You really scared me, Allie," he said, his voice rough with fatigue. But the worry was quickly tinged with accusation. "Why didn't you take your medication? The nurses said you refused it. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

He mentioned Harper. "Harper's been so worried about you, too. She even offered to stay, but I insisted she rest for the baby." His words were a subtle jab, a reminder of who truly mattered, who was truly fragile. I heard the underlying blame in his tone, a silent accusation that I was being difficult, selfish.

"Your promises mean nothing, August," I said, my voice barely a whisper. My throat felt raw, my mouth dry. "Do they?"

He didn't answer. His silence was deafening, confirming every doubt, every fear. He looked away, his jaw tightening.

The door creaked open, and Harper entered, a vision in a flowing silk robe, her face pale but artfully made up to convey fragility. She clutched her stomach dramatically, her eyes wide with feigned concern. "Oh, Allie, you're awake! I brought you some broth. August said you weren't eating." She held out a steaming bowl, her hand trembling slightly.

I flinched, pulling back. The smell of the broth, usually comforting, now made my stomach churn. "I can't," I rasped, my voice barely audible. "I have severe allergies. You know that. It's too rich. I need something plain."

Harper' s face crumpled. She let out a soft whimper, clutching her stomach even tighter. "Oh, the baby!" she cried, sinking into the chair beside August. "My head is spinning. All this stress..."

August was instantly at her side, his arm around her, his gaze doting. "Harper, my love, you shouldn't have strained yourself. Just rest. Allie's just being difficult." He shot me a cold look. "Allie, don't be ridiculous. This is good for you. Harper made it herself."

"I told you, I'm allergic to rich foods right now! It could make me seriously ill," I protested, my voice rising in frustration. My body felt weak, but a spark of anger ignited within me. He was dismissing my genuine medical needs for her dramatic performance.

His jaw tightened. "Allie, don't be childish. You need to eat." He took the bowl from Harper, his hand firm as he brought it to my lips. "Open your mouth."

"No!" I cried, turning my head away. "Are you trying to kill me, August? Is that what this is?" The words tumbled out, raw and painful. I remembered the fire, the agonizing wait, his choice to save her. Was this another choice? Another way to erase me?

He grabbed my chin, forcing my head to face him. "Stop this nonsense!" he snapped, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light. He spooned the broth, thick and oily, into my mouth. I gagged, my stomach rebelling instantly. A wave of dizziness washed over me, my vision blurring. My chest tightened, a burning sensation spreading through my throat.

August, ever the devoted partner, immediately turned his attention back to Harper, whose theatrical sobs were escalating. "There, there, my love," he soothed, stroking her hair. "She's just jealous. Don't let her upset you. The baby needs you calm."

"August," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. My lungs burned, struggling to draw air. "My medication! I... I need my allergy medication! Now!"

He spared me a fleeting glance, a flicker of concern in his eyes. He started to turn, but Harper let out a piercing shriek. "Oh, August! My water... I think my water just broke! Oh, the pain!" She collapsed against him, her face contorted in exaggerated agony.

August's attention snapped back to Harper, a frantic panic replacing the fleeting concern for me. "Harper! What? Call the doctor! Get a stretcher!" He swept her into his arms, rushing out of the room, shouting orders to the bewildered nurses.

I was left alone, gasping for breath, my throat closing up. My chest burned, a searing fire spreading through my lungs. My vision tunneled, grey encroaching from the edges. My medication. I needed it. Now.

I fumbled for the small pouch where I kept my emergency allergy meds. My fingers, weak and trembling, struggled to open it. Finally, I managed to pull out the familiar blue inhaler. I brought it to my lips, pressing the button. Nothing. It was empty. I reached for the small pill bottle, my hand shaking uncontrollably. I popped the cap, spilling the contents onto the pristine white sheet. My eyes widened in horror.

These weren't my pills. These were tranquilizers. The small, white tablets I recognized from August's nightstand, stronger than anything I'd ever taken. My allergy medicines were gone, replaced by something meant to keep me quiet, docile.

A cold dread seeped into my bones, colder than any ice. They wanted me dead. Or at least, out of the way. Harper. August. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. They had been trying to poison me. The broth, the switched medication. It all made a terrifying, sickening sense.

A guttural cry tore from my throat, a sound born of pure, unadulterated terror. My world spun, blackness encroaching rapidly. My body convulsed, my senses shutting down. I felt myself falling, falling into an abyss of nothingness.

The last thing I heard was a frantic shout from the doorway. "She's seizing! Get a doctor! STAT!"