BILLIONAIRES BARGAIN Fate of Aries

"Mum, please don't leave me", I cried beside my mum, who was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, I kept crying and crying.

Suddenly a man in his late twenties entered my mum's private room. 

The man who entered the hospital room was tall and lean, with an athletic build that was evident even under his white lab coat.

He stood at around six point two inches with broad shoulders and a strong jawline, giving him a confident and authoritative presence. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with compassion as he approached the hospital bed.

His white lab coat was crisp and spotless, with a name tag that read "Dr. Ryan KEAL" in bold letters. The coat was slightly open, revealing a hint of a tailored white shirt and a slim black tie. His dark blue jeans fit perfectly, accentuating his toned legs.

As he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with kindness and concern. His smile was warm and gentle, putting me at ease despite the chaos of emotions I was feeling.

He exuded an aura of calmness and professionalism, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in this stranger who had just entered our lives.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Ryan," he said softly, his deep voice soothing my frazzled nerves. "I'm here to check on your mom"

Dr. Ryan KEAL's eyes never left mine as he approached the hospital bed, his smile still warm and reassuring. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze before turning his attention to my mother.

He moved with quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the various machines beeping and whirring around the bed. His gaze landed on the cardiac monitor, and he reached out to adjust the settings.

With a few swift taps on the screen, the monitor sprang to life, displaying a steady stream of data. Dr Ryan's eyes narrowed as he studied the readouts, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He then reached for the stethoscope draped around his neck, the silver disc glinting in the fluorescent lighting. With a gentle touch, he placed the stethoscope on my mother's chest, closing his eyes as he listened intently to her heartbeat.

The sound of the steady beeps and my mother's shallow breathing filled the room, punctuated by the soft whoosh of the stethoscope as Dr Ryan moved it to different areas of her chest. His expression remained focused, his eyes still closed as he absorbed every detail.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto the cardiac monitor once more. He studied the data, his lips pursed in thought, before turning to me with a reassuring smile.

"Her heartbeat is stable," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "We're going to do everything we can to help her."

"But Dr Ryan, I have been here for over an hour now, but my mom has not opened her eyes or even said a word to me," I said as tears rolled down from my eyes to my cheeks.