Sheldon had been cradled safely in Lyndonâs arms, shielded from the unfolding scene.
But fear overcame him when he saw Tildaâs injury.
âMommyâs bleeding!â he exclaimed, his voice trembling with worry.
Elma swiftly took Sheldon from Lyndon, comforting him with gentle words despite her own anxiety.
âItâs okay, Sheldon.
Your mommy will be alright.
â
Tildaâs heart went out to her son.
The poor boy had already been through the trauma of a _ recent kidnapping, which had triggered a seizure.
She dreaded the idea of him being scared again.
She managed a reassuring smile.
âDonât worry, Sheldon.
It looks worse than it is.
Mommyâs okay.
â
âBut youâre bleeding!â Sheldon insisted, tears welling up.
Lyndon steadied Tilda, speaking calmly but firmly.
âSheldon, Daddy will take Mommy to the doctor first.
Youâre so brave, buddy.
Letâs not make Mommy worry more, okay? She needs you strong.
â
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Hearing Lyndonâs words, Sheldon sniffled, valiantly attempting to stifle his tears.
âI wonât cry.
Iâll be strong,â he declared, his voice wavering.
âThatâs the spirit,â Lyndon responded, offering a smile.
He turned to Tilda, his gaze Lingering on her for a moment before he spoke softly.
âLetâs go.
â
With a gentle hand, he helped Tilda into the elevator, their destination: the emergency department.
While they rode the elevator, Lyndon dialed a familiar doctorâs number.
Moments later, a hurried female doctor â the same one whoâd seen Tilda before â arrived.
âMr.
Fernandez,â she began, her voice laced with concern, âdid Mrs.
Fernandez get hurt again?â
âYes,â Lyndon replied curtly, his voice betraying a coldness he couldnât quite shake.
âA lunatic stabbed her.
â
âLeave her to me,â the doctor assured him, her expression professional yet reassuring.
Silence stretched between them for a moment before Lyndon spoke again, his voice softer this time.
âSheâs afraid of pain.
Be gentle with her, please.
â
The doctor offered a reassuring smile.
âOf course, I will take good care of her.
â
Tilda, surprised by Lyndonâs unexpected concern, met his gaze briefly before quickly looking away.
She followed the doctor into the treatment room, leaving Lyndon standing alone in the hallway.
Elma, who had followed them, settled onto a nearby bench with Sheldon nestled in her arms.
She couldnât help but notice Lyndonâs rigid posture, his face a mask of worry.
âMr.
Fernandez, why donât you take a seat and rest for a bit?â she suggested gently.
Lyndon blinked, seemingly pulled back from his thoughts.
âI need a cigarette,â he mumbled, heading towards the exit