As soon as she opened the door, a nurse blocked her way.

"Mrs. Hilton, where are you going?" the nurse asked.

“Go back to your ward. You can't walk around yet. We tried everything to keep your baby. We can't allow you to put yourself and the baby at risk. Go Lie down."

But Debbie was dying to see Carlos. For him, she'd rather risk her own life, and even the baby's, if that was what it meant.

“Please, tell me, where and how is Carlos?" she pleaded with the nurse.

"Where is he? And where is Emmett?"

For a moment, the nurse was silent, not knowing how to break the news, especially the piece concerning Emmett.

“Carlos is still in the emergency room, but his assistant..."

Debbie looked at her, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

“What about him?" she asked anxiously.

The nurse took her back inside the ward, trying the best she could to be of comfort.

“Mrs. Hilton, you have to be more careful. If you keep on doing this, you might Lose your baby. Do you really want that? Lie down please, and I will tell you how Emmett is."

At least, the thought of her baby calmed Debbie down. But she still wished they could take her to Carlos right away. Grudgingly, she climbed onto the bed and Lay down, pensively holding her bad hand on the chest.

"Oh God!" the nurse cried, feeling helpless as she turned to take a swab to clean Debbie's bleeding hand. She carefully broached the subject.

"Mrs. Hilton, I'm afraid Carlos condition is not so good. And

Emmett...he was already dead when the ambulance arrived at the scene of the accident."

“What?" asked Debbie, her lips trembling, her face bone white.

‘Emmett... is dead?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it a bad dream? A nightmare that she'd wake up from and see Emmett again?

The nurse put her back on the drip, taped the needle to the back of her hand and tried to assure her, "Don't worry, Mrs. Hilton, we have put together a team of our best doctors to attend to your husband in the

ER. Let's hope and pray it goes well with him."

But Debbie was yet to recover from the shock.

“Emmett...is dead?" she mumbled. Closing her eyes as she mulled over the news, she took a deep breath and silently said a prayer.

“Dear God, I hope this is not true!

But when she opened her teary eyes, the nurse met her inquiring gaze, nodding in a way that confirmed Debbie's worst fears.

By now Debbie began to fear that Carlos too might have died and the nurse was only trying to be cautious.