Chapter 5 What I Couldn't Hide

(Amara's POV)

The first thing I noticed was the smell - that sharp mix of disinfectant and air-conditioning that could only belong to a hospital. The second was the voice.

"Amara, can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes slowly. The light above me blurred into a halo, and it took a few seconds before his face came into focus. Ethan.

He was sitting beside my bed, still in the same shirt from last night, the sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly tousled. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept at all.

I blinked. "Why am I here?"

"You fainted outside your apartment," he said softly. "The doctor said your blood pressure was low, and you were dehydrated."

I swallowed, my throat dry. "You brought me here?"

He nodded. "You didn't give me much choice."

A weak smile tugged at my lips, but it faded as quickly as it came. "You shouldn't have."

His brow furrowed. "Amara, you were collapsing. What was I supposed to do? Leave you there?"

The quiet firmness in his voice made me look away. I didn't have an answer.

"Thank you," I whispered finally.

He exhaled and leaned back in the chair. "You scared me."

I didn't know what to do with that sentence - how to hold it or where to place it in my mind. The idea that someone like him could be scared for me didn't fit anywhere in the life I knew.

The nurse came in just then, checking the IV drip attached to my arm. "You're lucky he acted fast," she said with a small smile. "You'll be fine, but you need to rest."

When she left, the silence between us stretched again. Ethan's eyes lingered on me, thoughtful, searching.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" he asked.

I hesitated. "A few days."

He frowned. "And you didn't think to see a doctor?"

"I couldn't afford it," I said before I could stop myself.

The words hung between us - raw and unpolished.

Ethan's jaw tightened, but he didn't speak. He just looked down at his hands, his fingers laced together as if trying to contain something.

After a moment, he said quietly, "You shouldn't have to choose between health and survival."

"It's the world we live in," I murmured.

He met my eyes. "It's not one I want to keep living in if I can help change it."

There was conviction in his tone, not pity - and that made it harder to bear.

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The rest of the day passed slowly. I slept on and off, and every time I opened my eyes, he was there - either talking to the nurse, answering a call in the hallway, or just sitting silently beside me.

At one point, he brought food - jollof rice, the kind that smelled too good to refuse.

"You didn't have to-" I began.

"Eat," he interrupted gently, sliding the tray toward me.

So I did.

We didn't talk much. But his presence filled the room like warmth. It was strange, the way he made silence feel safe.

Later that evening, the doctor came in - a kind woman with soft eyes and a calm voice. "You're improving, Miss Obi," she said. "But I'd like to run one more test, just to be sure there's nothing else."

My stomach knotted. "What kind of test?"

She smiled faintly. "Just routine. Nothing to worry about."

I nodded, but worry was all I did.

Ethan watched the whole exchange quietly. When the doctor left, he turned to me. "You look like you want to disappear."

I forced a laugh. "Hospitals make me nervous."

He smiled a little. "You and me both."

There was something disarming about how he said it - like we were equals for a brief moment, stripped of titles and power.

That night, after the nurse dimmed the lights, I couldn't sleep. I lay there listening to the rhythmic beeping of the monitor and the distant hum of Lagos traffic outside.

Ethan had dozed off in the chair, his head tilted slightly to one side, his expression peaceful. In sleep, he looked younger, almost boyish.

I studied him quietly. There was so much about him that didn't make sense. A man with enough money to buy silence and distance, yet he chose to be here - in a small, public hospital, sitting beside a girl he barely knew.

I didn't want to admit it, but I felt something shift inside me.

Not love - not yet - but something dangerously close to hope.

And that terrified me.

The next morning, the doctor came back with a clipboard. Her expression was calm, but her eyes flickered in a way that made my pulse quicken.

"Amara," she said, glancing at Ethan briefly before looking back at me. "I have your test results."

My mouth went dry. "Okay."

She hesitated. "Would you prefer to discuss them privately?"

Ethan stood up immediately. "I'll wait outside."

But I shook my head. "It's fine. You can stay."

He looked surprised, but didn't move.

The doctor nodded and took a small breath. "Your vitals are improving, but your blood tests indicate hormonal fluctuations consistent with early pregnancy. We'll confirm with a scan, but it's very likely you're expecting."

The world fell silent.

For a second, I thought I'd misheard her. The words seemed to hang in the air, unreal and heavy.

Pregnant.

I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands trembled.

Ethan said nothing. Not a sound.

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. "I know this might be unexpected. Take your time. We'll schedule another test to be certain."

She left quietly, closing the door behind her.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even breathe properly. My chest ached with the weight of the truth I'd been trying not to face for days.

Finally, he spoke - softly, almost carefully. "Amara... is it mine?"

The question was gentle, not accusatory, but it still cut through me like glass.

Tears stung my eyes before I could stop them. "There's no one else," I whispered.

He exhaled, slow and deep. I could hear the shock beneath the control.

Neither of us spoke for a long time. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, my thoughts spinning. "I didn't plan for this," I said, my voice shaking. "I don't even know what to do."

He took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "Then we'll figure it out."

I looked up, startled. "What?"

"You're not alone in this," he said quietly. "Whatever happens, I'm here."

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But all I could think of was the gap between us - wealth, power, reputation. The kind of gap that could swallow a person whole.

"Ethan..." I began, my voice breaking. "You don't have to-"

"I know," he interrupted gently. "But I want to."

Something in the way he said it made me believe he meant it.

And for the first time since I saw those two faint lines, I didn't feel like I was drowning.