Watching him being carried away, looking frail, I couldn't help but smile.
Some money might be earned, but there was always the risk of not living long enough to spend it.
Early the next morning, I was rudely awakened by a barrage of phone calls from Nigel.
Groggy, I picked up the phone to hear his weak voice on the other end. "Julia, what the hell did you give me last night? Do you know I had to get my appendix removed because of you?"
Hearing he had an appendectomy, I pretended to be shocked.
"How did that happen? Is it serious?"
Nigel, infuriated by my nonchalance, snapped, "They had to cut into my abdomen for surgery. What do you think?"
"Oh, it's just a minor operation. Why are you so angry? After all, you wanted us to split costs. Getting back at you for my C-section scar isn't too much to ask, is it?"
My words made Nigel scream in rage.
Annoyed by his noise, I hung up and went back to sleep, cuddling my baby.
For the next few days, since Nigel was hospitalized, I took the baby and went back to my parents' house.
My mom, upon hearing what had transpired, wept with red eyes.
Upset that I hadn't been properly cared for, she immediately arranged for me to stay at a postpartum care center.