A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 105: Lara is dying

Lara was in pain.

Crushing, mind numbing pain slammed into her over and over, and tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to hold on.

Her time was due. The babies are coming out now.

The only problem however, was that her pelvis turned out to be too small. The babies were too big to come out naturally, and her body was rioting hard against her.

What made the entire situation worse, however, was that Lara was bleeding.

Profusely.

Blood leaked out of her body, and she screamed when another wave of pain slammed into her.

The doctors and nurses were running around to save her, but it was obvious that there was only one thing left to do for Lara.

She needed to be operated on. Immediately.

But there was no registered family member with her, and the hospital needed someone to sign a document stating that her family were okay with them carrying out a surgery on her.

They needed permission, but the only people who were there for Lara were Lazarus and Kayla.

None of them are related to her, so Lara’s consent form remained unsigned.

And Lara was dying.

She had lost too much blood, and there was nothing to do if the consent form wasn’t signed. The doctors were frantic, and panic mixed with a healthy dose of fear was thick in the air.

Lazarus’s heart was beating loudly in his chest. If only the hospital had accepted his signature, then he would have signed the damned consent form.

But they needed a family member and well, Curtis had been taken away by his selfish family.

A wave of hatred hit the bodyguard in the chest. If only Lisa hadn’t moved Curtis. If they had stayed here, maybe the boss would have woken up and none of these would be happening.

Lazarus knew that if Lara died on that hospital bed, pregnant and bleeding, Curtis was going to burn the world down.

Then, like a dream come true, a voice called Lazarus’s name.

Curtis.

Relief knocked into the bodyguard so hard that it made his knees buckle, and without stopping to greet Curtis or anything, Lazarus strode towards him and handed the consent form to Curtis.

"Sign this. Now."

Maybe it was the fear in his voice, but Curtis said nothing, asked no questions, as he instantly signed the document.

Lazarus turned back and walked into the hospital room to yell: "HER HUSBAND JUST SIGNED THE CONSENT FORM. SAVE HER, NOW."

And as if the doctors had been waiting for him to say those words, they instantly wheeled Lara out of the ward.

Curtis, who was about to ask his bodyguard what was going on, stopped in his tracks when they wheeled Lara past him.

His knees buckled, and he almost lost his footing when he set eyes on his wife.

Blood.

Lara had lost too much blood.

The panic radiating from the entire medical staff was visible in the air, and a familiar woman ran after them.

Curtis recognised the woman as Kayla, Lara’s friend.

Kayla stopped before him. Her eyes were red and lined with tears and exhaustion, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.

"You were gone for too long, Curtis. If you had been a few minutes late today, Lara would have died."

Her voice came out coarse and raspy, and Curtis did not miss the judgement in her words. Before he could say anything though, she turned around and ran after the nurses that had wheeled his wife away.

Curtis, however, could not move.

The image of Lara laying on the bed as they wheeled her away, bleeding and broken, was seared into his mind.

His wife had almost died.

Hell, he wasn’t sure if she was going to survive the surgery. Lara was currently at the precipice of death.

Dizziness slammed into him, and his knees finally buckled. Curtis slid to the door, and panic wrapped around him like a vise.

Lara was about to die.

Death.

She was... dying.

Bands of lead wrapped around his chest, his lungs. He couldn’t breathe. His body had given up on him, and all he could do was stare at the wall while the image of Lara’s broken body replayed in his head over and over again.

Lara was...

"Get out of your head! Now! This is not the time to have a panic attack! Your wife is in there, and she is holding on for dear life. You’ve been strong for so long, boss. But you need to be stronger right now. Lara needs you, so you have to breathe," Lazarus stated sharply.

The command in the bodyguard’s voice shook Curtis out of his stupor, but Curtis still didn’t move from where he was.

Fear wrapped its cold hand around Curtis, and all he could think about was Kayla’s words.

’You were gone for too long. If you had been a few minutes late, Lara would have died.’

"Stand up, boss. Please. Lara needs you. She needs her husband," Lazarus stated again.

Curtis turned dead, panicked eyes to his bodyguard.

"Tell me what happened," he ordered.

Lazarus sighed, took a deep breath, and told Curtis everything that happened since the accident.

Curtis listened without saying a word, and when Lazarus got to the point where Lisa had locked Lara out of the room, anger sparked in his veins.

He vowed to make his mother pay, and continued to listen.

But when Lazarus got to the part where Tolu had almost killed Lara in her hospital room, Curtis stopped breathing. Literally.

"Tolu almost stabbed my wife?" he repeated.

Lazarus nodded grimly. "She didn’t succeed though. Lara already called the police beforehand, and she managed to stop the knife before anything could happen," the bodyguard explained.

But Curtis had stopped listening. There was a loud roaring in his head, and he heard no more of Lazarus’s words.

Lara had almost been stabbed.

Stabbed.

With a fucking knife. His wife had been in danger while he was in France, and he hadn’t been here to save her.

To protect her.

An avalanche of despair slammed into Curtis. If Lara had died right then, what would he have done?

How would he have gone on with life?

The pain that was ravaging his soul was too much for him to talk. And unable to stop himself, Curtis started to cry.

For the first time since he transitioned from a boy into a man, Curtis Rodney cried.