She resolved to address their concerns once she regained her strength.

*

Thirty minutes elapsed, and the sleek Bentley Continental GT arrived at the hospital.

Waylen, bearing Rena in his arms, hastened towards the emergency department, his strides purposeful.

“Are you feeling any better?"

Rena nodded, and then shook her head in conflicting response.

Waylen hastened his pace, leading them to the registration office promptly.

The nurse inquired as to the department Rena sought.

With pale lips, Rena uttered, “The gynecology department."

A faint crease appeared on Waylen's brow. Had their lovemaking been so impassioned as to result in her injury?

He cast a fleeting glance in her direction.

In an instant, she averted her gaze, engendering an atmosphere of subtle tension between them.

Waylen proceeded to complete the registration on her behalf, and then assisted her in finding a seat upon a nearby bench. Fortunately, only one patient stood ahead of Rena in the queue.

Resting against the bench's backrest, Rena experienced an overwhelming discomfort, her countenance drained of color.

With tender care, Waylen gently turned her head.

Their eyes met and Rena's gaze shimmered with teardrops.

Perceiving her fragile state, Waylen's tone softened considerably.

“Rest your head upon my shoulder and take respite for a while."

Rena bit her lip, poised to heed his suggestion and lean against his shoulder.

However, a gentle voice resonated from ahead.

"Waylen?"

Waylen, astounded, beheld the unexpected presence of Lyndon and his wife, Dahlia.