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Worst Fear 40

Mason 

What do you mean it’s your sister that is ill? Then why did you tell me you were iTM Lasked Daniel as we walked down the hallway

You ended the call before I could speak fully. I’m sorry for wasting your time. He came to me at the receptionist 

The nurse couldn’t find him earlier because it wasn’t Daniel that was hospitalized, but his sister 

She was undergoing surgery, which had been in operation for the past ten hours

It’s fine.It wasn’t his fault. I should have listened to him before ending the call

Why didn’t you ever mention that your sister was sick? | had no idea,I stared

We did not just have an employee and employer relationship

Well, I didn’t want to bother you with my problems,he said

to know what’s 

You should,I said, and he turned sharply at me. As though he didn’t expect to say that, I want to know what’s going on with you.” 

Is Mr. Woods extending care to me?He asked and I glared at him

You don’t have to stay or come. I’m already sorry that I have to take today off without prior informing you.He did 

I’m already here, might as well see her,I said, I continued, you really are sorry, then treat me to dinner.” 

He didn’t need to, maybe it was me who craved a friend’s presence. Since Luke and David left the country three years ago, I rarely had time to have fun 

with friends 

It was actually because I didn’t have any friends other than them

We got 

got to the place where the surgery was being carried out. From the glass, we could see the doctors around her

Daniel placed his hand on the glass, his eyes pinned ahead

I placed one hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. She’ll be fine,I said

The surgery was completed in thirty minutes

Cynthia was moved to a VIP room 

I stood close to Daniel, who held her hand. She was still unconscious

When Heft, I made a mental note to take a personal interest in those who were close to me

As I walked down the hallway, my phone in my pocket beeped

A message from Julia

  1. a. She sent a photo of the drugs she had got. Another beep and another photo followed

A photo of herself iclenched my blazer that I held. Julia is beautiful with a unique smile, but suddenly wished it was a picture of Lydia 

Lydia is more beautiful. Her dimple smile made my day. Julia’s photo reminded me of those photos that Lydia sent. She would always send one when was having a bad or long day

My lips involuntarily pulled upwards, a smile gracing my face

Chapter 40 

You can put your mind to rest, Mason.let but a breath slowly 

I love youMy hands danced on the screen as I walked, Suddenly, something hard hit my chest 

gasped and stangered back, riet expecting it

Those in the hallway looked over

I winced in pain at the sensation sliding down my chest

It was followed by a clanging sound, A lady with brown hair looked down, picking up the flask Her hair covering his 

I looked at my chest

My shirt clung to my chest. I gritted my feeth as I watched the flask bounce on the floor before it finally stopped 

The remaining content spills on the floor, staining the white Bloo 

I am so sorry I didn’t seea familiar voice began and stopped when I lifted my eyes

Mason.” 

Lydia” 

We both spoke at the same time, What are you doing here?She asked, I’m sorry” 

I had not expected to see her here

The screen of my phone was covered with cheese

Are you alright!She asked the concern in her voice suddenly shallow

I wasn’t fine, but it wasn’t that bad, but I want to allow this chance to spend some time with Lydia

I thought of something quickly and clutched my chest. No, I’m not; why is this so bad? I think I need to be hospitalized,said and saw how her eyes brim with worry

Sit down.Lydia said and walked to the side, Till be right back.” She turned back and placed the now empty flask in the empty space next to 

She returned back shortly with a nurse

My eyes widened when I saw the lady. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it was already too late

They guided me to a room

Does it hurt?The nurse asked. I was seated in the bed. I nodded, looking at Lydia, who was by her side; her eyes were on my chest 

It burns.” 

Alright, I’ll get it treated immediately.I began to shake my head, can you stay with him for a moment? I’ll go get the necessary things,the nurse said

Lydia looked between us

I don’t think so. I guess I’ll come with you,” She said

I’m sorry once again. But since the nurse is here, I’ll leave it to her. If you want any compensation, you can speak to my assu 

They left the room together

Chapter 40 

Igikted my teeth, wishing it was a bigger accident

Maybe she would have cared there

After a while, the nurse walked back into the room with a tray in her hand. Lydia wasn’t with her whend in the letytti

She left; she asked me to treat you. It seems she has someone that needs her attentionSemenna? Who could that person be 

I wondered why she was here and if the person had anything to do with the man I caw her with the other day

The nurse settled the tray on the side of the bed. I’ll take off your shirt first.the sid 

I am not a fan of nurses. I looked in the tray, scanning the things she brought. Fortunately, there was no endle 

That was a rebet

But then, I didn’t want to be treated, at least not by her 

The bum is not that serious. I can do it myself.I said

At that moment, the door suddenly pushed open, and Lydia stepped in

You came back. I thought you” 

I caused this; just see it to the end. The last thing I want is to be indebted to you.She said, but her reason doesn’t matter. What mattered was that she was back

Hlet out 

out a groan, leaning into the bed

Are you 

ain? The nurse asked, and I almost yelled at her. What type of nurse asked that to a patient obviously groaning in pain

ulin pain?” 

But I thought you-” 

Are you just going to stand there and watch a patient die from pain?I asked, interrupting her

No one dies from this burn, Mason, don’t be dramatic,Lydia said

You say that after doing 

g this to me,I said as the nurse moved closer to me. I stopped her from touching me

You don’t have to do it. Let her do it.I said, looking towards Lydia 

I noticed the flask in her hand. That’s not my job,she said

You don’t want to be indebted.I reminded lier of her words

Fine.She placed the flask on the couch and walked forward

You can leave us,” 

I told 

Ithe nurse, who looked between us in confusion

Alright.She stepped out, leaving Lydia and me plone in the room

Lydia moved forward. I have to take your 

Okay,I said. I don’t mind 

shirt off.” 

This isn’t the first time, although it was the first time in years 

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She carefully lifted my shirt, exposing the blotchy red skin which has been blistared. There was a long red line that looked worker 

chest

You’re going to be fine, so stop wincingShe said sharply 

She laid a sterile pad over the burn and then placed a lape securely over il Do you know what you’re doing?I asked

You should have thought of that before asking me to stay behind.” 

We’ll need to keep the bum clean and apply ointment to prevent infection.She said as she applied gel on it 

Why are you here?” I asked

The gel soothes the burning sensation I was feeling. She spread it over my chest. Her face was close, close enough for me to hear her warm breath as it fell on my skin

It reminded me of old times, and I had to 

spread aside from the pat she had taped

the inside of my mouth. None of your business.Her hands moved with precision. The gel was evenly 

I just wanted to,She placed the cup of gel back on the tray and took a bandage

No need for a bandage.I was quick to stop her. It wasn’t that bad. fineShe stepped back 

I think I’m done here,she took a deep breath, her eyes going over my chest. But her eyes held nothing 

My mind reverted to those times when those eyes had stared at me with desire those times when her hands were hungry to touch my chest

You should feel better now,She said

Does this remind you of anything?I searched her eyes, when we were together, we used to” 

Save it. I’m not indulging in that conversation,she paused, clasping her hands together, the nurse will be with you shortly in case there’s anything you need.” 

I watched her as she stepped out of the room. My chest was burnt, but my heart was hurt

I clenched my fist, fighting back whatever I was feeling right now

A sad smile crawled into my lips

Lydia has changed, and each time we spoke, it confirmed it. But there was something attractive about her

my hands on it 

I just couldn’t place my 

The door opened, and the nurse walked in, temporarily distracting me from my thoughts

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Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Worst Fear Synopsis : Worst Fear

Lydia’s world was already a crumbling ruin long before she collapsed on the cold, bleach-slick tiles of Westgate Prison. She had been serving her sentence with quiet endurance, forcing herself to survive each monotonous day. Cleaning floors, enduring the harsh routine, and trying to numb her thoughts had become her way of life. But as she gripped the mop handle, her body betrayed her — dizziness washed over her, and before she could steady herself, the world went black.

When she regained consciousness, Lydia found herself lying on a thin mattress in the prison hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her lungs, and her head ached violently. A familiar figure stood by her bedside — Nurse Gloria, a kind-hearted woman often whispered about by the inmates for her compassion. Lydia had never personally interacted with her before; she preferred keeping her distance from everyone. But this time, she had no choice.

Gloria spoke softly, her voice calm and motherly. “You fainted during your shift,” she explained. Lydia, groggy and disoriented, nodded faintly. Fainting wasn’t unusual for prisoners — malnutrition, exhaustion, and stress were daily realities in Westgate. But Gloria’s next words didn’t fit the routine explanation. She leaned in, her tone serious and almost secretive. “I ran some tests to see why you collapsed.”

Lydia’s brows furrowed. Tests? The nurse’s expression made her heart race. Something was wrong. And then Gloria said it — words that hit Lydia like a lightning strike.

“You’re three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Lydia’s world went silent. The walls, the lights, the nurse — everything faded into a blur of disbelief. Pregnant? That couldn’t be right. Her throat went dry as she tried to process the impossible. Three months. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach, pressing against the rough fabric of her prison uniform. There was nothing — no bump, no sign of life — yet Gloria’s certainty left no room for denial.

Lydia’s first reaction was refusal. “No,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “That can’t be right.” But Gloria simply nodded, her expression heavy with empathy. “It’s right, Lydia. I double-checked the results myself.”

The truth settled like a stone in Lydia’s gut. The symptoms she’d ignored — the morning dizziness, the fevers, the missed periods — suddenly made sense. Deep down, she knew this was no mistake. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized what this meant. Her past — the one she’d buried so carefully since the day she was arrested — came rushing back. The man she had loved, the night she had tried to forget, the betrayal that had shattered her life.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of Gloria. She couldn’t afford weakness here. Her voice was barely a whisper when she pleaded, “Please… you can’t tell anyone. No one can know about this.”

Gloria studied her for a long moment. Lydia could see the internal conflict behind the nurse’s eyes — between her duty to report and her compassion for the broken woman before her. Finally, Gloria sighed softly and nodded. “I won’t say a word,” she promised. Relief washed over Lydia like a wave, but it was fleeting. Gloria wasn’t finished. “But you have to promise me something too. You’ll come back for regular checkups. No skipping, no excuses. You and the baby need to be monitored. Do you understand?”

Lydia nodded mutely, emotion choking her voice. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping away to inform the guards that Lydia needed rest.

The walk back to her cell felt endless. Two guards flanked her on either side, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, replaying Gloria’s words over and over — three months pregnant. Each repetition felt like a hammer blow. She stumbled into her cell, collapsing onto the thin, creaky cot. The metal door slammed shut behind her, sealing her inside with the suffocating truth.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before curling up on her side. Her trembling hands hovered over her stomach, fear twisting in her chest. She could barely keep herself alive in this place — how could she protect an unborn child? Westgate wasn’t meant for fragile things. It was a graveyard of hope, a place that crushed even the strongest spirits. What kind of life could she possibly give her baby behind these bars?

The tears she had fought earlier now spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks as silent sobs wracked her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could shield the tiny life inside her from the cruelty of the world beyond her cell walls.

For the first time in years, Lydia prayed. Not for freedom, not for revenge — just for strength. For the chance to protect this unexpected child growing inside her.

As she turned her hand, the faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye. The ring mocked her, its shine a cruel reminder of the life she had lost. Three months ago, everything had been perfect — or so she thought. Her marriage had felt like a fairy tale. Even though her in-laws despised her, she had still believed love could conquer everything. Her husband had been her safe haven, her anchor.

Until the night everything fell apart.

The memory was sharp and unforgiving — flashing lights, police sirens, his face twisted in disgust as she was dragged away in handcuffs. The betrayal in his eyes had hurt worse than the accusation itself. That image haunted her still, burned into her mind like a scar that would never fade.

Now, lying in that cold, dim cell, Lydia finally understood how deep her despair ran. The baby inside her was both a curse and a fragile glimmer of hope. A connection to the man she once loved — and the life she could never return to.

As exhaustion finally claimed her, her last thoughts were of him — the man she’d once trusted more than anyone. His expression, full of hatred and disbelief, was the last thing she saw before the darkness took her again.

And for the first time, Lydia realized she wasn’t just a prisoner anymore. She was a mother — trapped in a place where love and life were luxuries no one could afford. But no matter what, she silently vowed: she would find a way to protect her baby, even if it meant fighting the entire world from behind these bars.

 

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