Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
S2 Chapter 37 - NICU

In front of Vincent, maybe Viani looks strong. But inside here, he was really scared. The tears kept flowing nonstop.

She's not a stupid woman. During pregnancy, she continues to equip herself with the science of pregnancy. What is and is not okay to eat, he already knows and himself enough to maintain his diet and health well. But why should he have the potential complications of this kind of pregnancy?

"Mom, spirit. Let the operation go smoothly and the baby is safe, the mother must be strong, too" said the nurse who pushed him into a sterile room that was filled with various surgical tools. This room is very thick with the smell of the hospital. "If the mother continues to be sad, it can be an influence on the baby."

Hearing that, Viani immediately stopped her crying. He also tried to tell himself that all this would be fine. Over and over again he took a breath and exhaled it slowly.

Through the tail of her eyes, she saw Niko, her father-in-law had just entered with complete attributes and half face covered in a medical mask. The man was still cold, not saying anything to Viani who had resigned himself on the operating table.

As their eyes rubbed, Viani greeted Niko politely.

"Pa-Om-I... Doc?"

He almost called her Papa. Instantly, Viani held back her lips that were so presumptuous. "Sorry Doc."

"Try to calm down," replied Niko flatly.

Shortly thereafter, the anesthetic procedure was performed.

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Indra with Erika and Elvina were waiting in the waiting room. The middle-aged man's eyes unceasingly lit a fiery red light above the steel door where Viani had entered earlier.

Indra's attention was immediately fixed on the open door, on a transparent chest called an incubator in which there was a helpless baby.

"My grandson," murmured Indra.

Erika also witnessed Baby being taken away to the NICU. A nurse living there also explained the status of the baby who turned out to be put into an incubator because the lungs are still not perfect.

Devastated, a word that represents the feelings of parents who watched their only grandchild struggle to live in tiny, fragile bodies.

Driven by fatherly instincts, Vincent's feet naturally continued to follow where his baby's wheel went without wanting to take his gaze off for a second.

Arriving in the NICU room, Vincent can only touch the surface of the incubator that protects the child with a broken heart.

"V .." whispered softly with teardrops on the figure of the tiny baby girl. Vincent spoke to himself as he looked at his son as if the baby understood what he was saying. "The strong darling! Papa's here, won't leave you."

An hour later, Vincent returned just as the operation was finally completed and Viani was declared stable.

***

Returning to the VVIP inpatient room, Viani was still asleep after undergoing early morning surgery. His body is still in a swollen condition, next to which there are bottles of liquid in the form of infusions, antibiotics and also anti-pain in the form of drip that enters the woman's body alternately.

Although tired, Vincent still tried to wake up and sat in the room accompanying Viani. Today his feelings are mixed.

Happy that Viani has given birth, sad because she is still limited to meeting Baby V.

Viani's fingers moved, along with her weakly opened eyes. His eyes were shining around the room. Vincent went straight to his wife and held her hand gently.

"Darling?"

Viani tried to get up by fighting her weakness. She's a mother, she needs to know her son's situation. "Vin. Where's the kid-"

"He was again taken in the NICU room."

Viani's eyes were perfect. He spontaneously tried to sit down, but he realized he could not do it.

"You're still under dope influence. Trust the medics, honey. Your job is now to rest, so that your ASI is smooth."

Vincent stroked Viani's head, calming the wife whose heart was in turmoil. Baby V is in a condition that is not okay due to premature birth, which mother can sleep peacefully?

"You don't know how I feel, Vin! I-i-"

"I understand, Honey. How do you think I was? I have to face you and our son at the same time, I can hardly choose between your friends or go with our son."

Those stifled tears Viani could see in Vincent's eye patch. He immediately felt guilty and urgently demanded to meet their child.

"Sleep first, Vi. You need to rest, okay?" Vincent lowered his head, peeping briefly at Viani's forehead.

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