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MidReal Story
Love In A Heartless World
Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. A Korean guy named andy is dating his pregnant boyfriend Adonis, who is Japanese and is twenty-nine weeks pregnant and was born with a heart condition, but now they live in Colorado. Adonis is unconscious and in the hospital after a serious car accident. Luckily, the baby survived
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Andy
He is a Korean man living in Colorado with his boyfriend, Adonis. He is caring, anxious, and devoted. Andy loves Adonis deeply and plans to adopt him as his son after Adonis' birth. Their future together excites him, but their world is turned upside down when Adonis suffers a traumatic accident. Andy rushes to the hospital, relieved that the unborn baby is stable but worried for Adonis' condition. He begs for updates on his lover's prognosis while struggling with fear and love for his injured boyfriend.
Adonis
He is a Japanese man expecting a baby with his boyfriend, Andy. He is gentle, resilient, and loving. Adonis suffers a severe car accident that leaves him unconscious and hospitalized in critical care. Despite being pregnant, his heart condition prevails, causing him to stop breathing in the backseat. Luckily, he and Andy's unborn baby survive the accident. Adonis' love for Andy is evident in his choice to wear Andy's name necklace even in a coma. His condition remains uncertain as Andy anxiously awaits news.
Dr. Samantha
She is a doctor treating Adonis in the hospital after the accident. She is professional, empathetic, and hopeful. Dr. Samantha informs Andy about Adonis' condition, explaining that the unborn baby suffered no harm despite the accident. She keeps Andy updated on Adonis' progress in intensive care, assuring him that every effort is being made to stabilize him. Her gentle demeanor provides some comfort to Andy as he navigates this crisis, focusing on supporting both his injured boyfriend and their upcoming future.
I stared at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time.
It had been two hours since Nate and I left the hospital, but I was still waiting for news.
My boyfriend, Adonis, was in the emergency room and I couldn’t do anything but sit here in the waiting area.
He was twenty-nine weeks pregnant, due any day now, and he had just suffered a severe car accident.
To make matters worse, he was born with a heart condition.
I couldn’t lose him.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see Nate sending me a message.
I knew he was trying to keep my mind off things, but nothing could really do that.
I just smiled at him and sent one back.
He was my best friend and I loved him for trying, but I just wanted news about Adonis.
About thirty minutes later, I saw her walking toward me.
Dr. Samantha had been keeping me updated on Adonis’ progress, and I knew she was one of the doctors working on him.
I stood up, anxious to hear anything she had to say.
"Hello, Andy. How are you doing?"
"I’m okay, thank you," I replied softly.
"Of course. Let me just check on a few things."
She walked over to the nurse's station and I followed her, my legs feeling shaky after sitting for so long.
The night-shift nurse looked up from her computer and smiled when she saw me.
"Hi there, Andy," she said kindly.
"Hello," I replied, gripping the counter to steady myself.
"How are you doing tonight?"
"I’m okay, thank you. How is Adonis?"
"Well, let me check on him real quick."
She pulled up his chart on her computer and checked the latest readings from the fetal monitor.
A small smile crossed her face as she pointed to the screen.
"He’s active tonight," she said gently.
"He’s been kicking quite a bit."
I pressed my hand against the cold counter, remembering how Adonis would guide my palm to feel those same kicks.
It was hard to believe that our baby was still moving inside him, even after all he had been through. "That’s great," I said softly, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"Yes, it is," she replied.
"The baby seems to be doing well despite everything. We’re going to keep monitoring him closely and make sure that he gets the best care possible."
"Thank you," I said gratefully.
"You’re welcome," she replied with a kind smile.
"I’ll print out a strip of the monitor readings for you so you can see for yourself."
She clicked a few buttons on her computer and then handed me a long strip of paper with squiggly lines on it.
"This is the baby’s heart rate," she explained, pointing to one of the lines.
"And this one here is his movement. You can see how active he’s been tonight."
I nodded, taking in all of the information.
"Dr. Samantha, is there any news about Adonis himself?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She paused, her expression shifting slightly. "We managed to stabilize him, but there's something you need to know—his heart condition has complicated things more than we anticipated."
"What does that mean for him and the baby?" I pressed, feeling a surge of fear grip my chest.
"He's still in critical condition, and we're doing everything we can. But the baby is doing well, and we're monitoring them closely."
I nodded, my heart racing.
"Can I see him?"
She hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Yes, but please keep in mind that he's still unconscious. We'll let you know as soon as there's any change."
I followed her to the room, my hands trembling.
As I entered, I saw Adonis lying on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling with each mechanical breath.
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a pale light on his face.
Tubes connected to various machines snaked out from his body, beeping steadily with each heartbeat.
I sat down in the chair beside him, reaching out to gently touch his hand.
"Hey," I whispered softly.
"I'm here. You're going to be okay."
I sat there for what felt like hours, watching him breathe and listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor.
It was a sound that had become all too familiar since he had been admitted.
As the morning wore on, I noticed something that made my breath catch in my throat—Adonis' fingers twitched ever so slightly. It was the first movement I had seen from him since the accident.
My heart raced as I watched intently, wondering if it was just a reflex or something more.
Then, almost as if by instinct, his hand moved to his swollen belly.
Gently, he began rubbing it in a circular motion—the same gesture he had done countless times during his pregnancy.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched this small sign of life from him.
It was a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.
I squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of life returning.
I sat there with him as the sun began to set outside, casting a golden glow through the window.
The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors, but it felt alive with his presence.
After what felt like hours, Adonis finally opened his eyes, blinking slowly as he took in his surroundings.
He looked at me, his gaze filled with confusion and a hint of recognition.
"Hey," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.
"How are you feeling?"
He didn't respond at first, his eyes darting around the room as if trying to piece together where he was and what had happened.
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face, hoping that my touch would bring some comfort.
Finally, he spoke in a weak voice, "Andy... what... what happened?"
I took a deep breath before answering, "You were in an accident. You're in the hospital now."
His eyes widened slightly, and he looked down at his belly.
"The baby?"
"He's okay," I reassured him quickly.
"The doctors are taking good care of him."
Adonis let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
"Thank you," he whispered. I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check.
I knew that this was just the beginning of a long road to recovery for both Adonis and our baby.
As we sat there together in silence, I couldn't help but feel grateful that he was awake and conscious again.
It was a small miracle amidst all the uncertainty that surrounded us.
But even as I felt relief wash over me, I knew that there were still many challenges ahead.
The beeping of the heart monitor continued to echo through the room, a constant reminder of Adonis' fragile state.
I held his hand tightly, praying silently that everything would be okay.
As the night wore on, Adonis drifted in and out of consciousness.
Each time he woke up, I tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. But deep down inside me, there was still so much uncertainty about what lay ahead for us all. The next day came and went with no change in Adonis' condition.
The machines continued to beep steadily beside him while I sat there holding his hand and talking softly into his ear.
It wasn't until late evening when he finally opened his eyes again that I realized something else had changed—his breathing had become more labored than before.
"Andy," he whispered, his voice strained, "I... I can't feel the baby moving."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I tried to keep my voice steady. "Adonis, the doctors said he's doing well, but I'll get Dr. Samantha right now."
His grip on my hand tightened slightly, panic flickering in his eyes. "Please, hurry."
I rushed out into the hallway, almost colliding with a nurse who was on her way to check on another patient.
"Dr. Samantha," I called out, my voice filled with urgency.
"Please, you need to come quickly."
She turned around, concern etched on her face as she hurried towards me.
"What's wrong?" she asked, already rushing past me towards Adonis' room.
"He can't feel the baby moving," I explained, following closely behind her.
As we entered the room, Adonis was clutching his belly, tears streaming down his face.
Dr. Samantha quickly hooked up the fetal monitor while I held Adonis' trembling hand.
The minutes ticked by in tense silence as we waited for any sign of movement from our baby.
Dr. Samantha adjusted the position of the monitor several times, her brow furrowed in concentration as she listened intently for any sound from within Adonis' womb.
And then, suddenly, a strong kick appeared on the monitor, followed by several more movements.
A small smile crossed Dr. Samantha's face as she looked at us with relief in her eyes.
"It seems that our little one was just in a deep sleep cycle," she explained gently.
Adonis' grip on my hand loosened slightly as understanding dawned across his face.