Impotent!!!!
Elara's POV
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, setting down the stack of old documents on the floor.
The basement was dusty and packed with years of forgotten items, boxes of files, old furniture, and cobwebbed memories.
Cleaning it was a chore I dreaded but also an excuse to clear my head.
Liam had been distant lately, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Sliding another box toward me, I opened the lid and began sorting through its contents.
Most of it was junk, outdated bills, faded photographs, and scraps of paper that meant nothing now.
But at the bottom of the box, beneath a pile of yellowed receipts, was a thick envelope. My name wasn’t on it, but curiosity pushed me to open it anyway.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Medical Report: Liam Stone". My eyes scanned the lines, my heart pounding harder with every word. "Diagnosis: Azoospermia. Prognosis: Irreversible."
My hands trembled as I clutched the paper. Liam is impotent. The realization settled over me like a suffocating blanket.
My hand trembled as I flipped through the pages, each one confirming what I didn’t want to believe.
How could he not tell me? He knew how much I wanted a child. How many nights had I lain awake, dreaming of a little one running around our home? And all this time, he had kept this from me.
Tears blurred my vision as I sank to the floor, clutching the report. Anger, and heartbreak churned inside me.
I didn’t even know who I was angry with, Liam for keeping this secret or myself for not seeing it sooner. I sat there for what felt like hours, crying until I had no more tears left.
When I finally got up, the report still in my hand, I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t wait for Liam to come clean; he never would.
If Liam couldn’t be honest with me, I wouldn’t feel guilty about keeping this from him.
Grabbing my phone, I scrolled to Dr. Morgan's number. He was the fertility specialist I’d consulted months ago, when Liam and I had started talking about children. My fingers hovered over the call button for a moment before I pressed it.
The phone rang twice before his voice came through, calm and professional. “Dr. Morgan speaking.”
“It’s Elara,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’m ready.”
He paused, likely processing the sudden change. “Are you sure? This is a big step.”
I wiped my face, forcing steadiness into my tone. “I’m sure. I want to move forward with it”
There was a brief silence, and then he said, “Alright. Come in tomorrow morning, and we’ll start the process.”
The hospital was quiet the next morning, the kind of sterile silence that made every sound every step, every word feel amplified.
I sat in Dr. Morgan’s office, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap as he explained the procedure.
"The donor sperm we’ve selected matches the criteria you provided," he said, sliding a file across the desk.
"The implantation is straightforward, and if all goes well, you should be able to confirm a pregnancy within a few weeks."
I nodded, barely hearing him. My mind was elsewhere, still stuck on the report I’d found and the decision I was making. Was it selfish? Was it right? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care.
All I knew was that I wanted a child.
The procedure itself was quick and clinical, over in less than twenty minutes. Dr. Morgan handed me a pamphlet afterward, his voice gentle as he explained the next steps.
"You’ll need to take it easy for the next few days. Rest, avoid stress, and follow the instructions here."
My phone buzzed in my purse. I ignored it until he finished speaking.
I nodded again, clutching the pamphlet, but his words faded into the background as my phone buzzed again on the desk beside me.
“Excuse me,” I said, fishing my phone out. The number wasn’t saved, but something in me knew it was important. I answered, and a frantic voice filled the line.
“Elara, There’s been an accident.”
“What? What kind of accident?” My chest tightened.
“Your parents. They were rushed to Mercy General. You need to get here now.”
My heart stopped.
"Mrs. Stone?" Dr. Morgan’s voice pulled me back to the room. "Are you all right?"
"I have to go," I said, standing so abruptly that the pamphlet fell to the floor. My head was spinning, my vision blurring.
I barely registered bumping into someone on my way out of the office, a man whose face seemed very familiar. But I mummured a sorry but didn't stop to figure out where I knew him from. My only focus was getting to the hospital as fast as I could.
The drive was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, my heart racing as I replayed the brief, frantic phone call in my head.
"Your parents... accident... hospital..." That was all I’d heard before the line went dead.
By the time I reached the hospital, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely walk. I stumbled through the sliding doors and approached the front desk. "Elara Stone," I gasped. "My parents were brought in, where are they?"
The nurse behind the desk gave me a sympathetic look and gestured for me to follow her.
My feet felt like lead as she led me down a long corridor, the fluorescent lights above casting harsh shadows on the walls. Every step felt like an eternity, my chest tightening with each passing second.
Finally, we reached a room at the end of the hall. The nurse pushed the door open, and I stepped inside. The sight that greeted me made my knees buckle.
"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I rushed to their bedsides. They were both hooked up to machines, their faces pale and bruised. My mother’s arm was in a cast, and my father had a bandage wrapped around his head.
"What happened?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I turned to the nurse. She looked hesitant, glancing over her shoulder before replying.
"A car accident," she said softly. "They were hit by a drunk driver."
I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. A car accident? My parents? It didn’t seem real. It couldn’t be real.
I let out a strangled cry and stumbled forward, collapsing into the chair beside my mother’s bed. “Mom? Dad?” My voice cracked.
Dad’s eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. “Elara,” he rasped.
“What happened?” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
“Car accident,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Someone ran a red light. Your mom…” His voice broke, and he looked away, his hands dropped…
“Dad…dad, dad talk to me, No no…..”
