Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
The nurses rushed into the room, and I was slowly pushed out of the way as I watched helplessly while they started working on my woman.
The sheet and blanket that’d been covering her were thrown to the floor at the foot of the bed, and my eyes went to them, uncomprehending at what exactly I was seeing.
Blood. I know that it looked a lot worse than it was, but it was my girl bleeding. There was blood on them, and I had no clue where that blood was coming from.
But the moment I returned my eyes to Naomi, I realized where it was coming from.
Her thighs were slick with blood. Between her legs, on the sheets beneath her, was a puddle of blood forming on the waterproof sheets that hospitals used to help with cleanup. She had to have been bleeding for a while and didn’t realize it.
And that’s when I realized that our dose of nightmares weren’t finished yet.
The baby that we were both so excited about was now gone, too.
They got her convulsions under control, but the bleeding continued sluggishly.
Naomi’s head lolled to the side, and I realized with a start that her eyes were open, and she was staring at me with comprehension filling her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered.
My heart ached and my throat started to tighten.
“I love you, too, baby,” I whispered back.
Her eyes closed.
I moved forward and grabbed her hand, despite getting a look by the nurse at the head of her bed, telling me without words that I was in the way.
Her eyes opened once again, distant and lost.
“I want you to move to the land,” she rasped. “Take the RV and go. Don’t stay at your dad’s a minute longer. Build our dream home. Live, Sean.”
Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and she lost consciousness for the second time in less than five minutes.
This time, I was a lot less hopeful than the last.
***
“We believe that the bleeding has to do with her having a placental abruption. We have to do an exploratory surgery to stop the bleeding.” The doctor was shaking his head. “If we don’t, she could suffer some long term aefects,” he hesitated. “Normally, this decision is left up to the individual, but since you’re her fiancé, and she’s still under a great deal of stress due to her other injuries, I think this is the best course of action.”
My throat convulsed.
The procedure would help her…but it was one that scared the absolute crap out of me. Any surgery was a risk. There were no guarantees.
But as I sat there, and looked at my woman with her too pale face, I realized that I was going to have to make this decision whether I wanted to or not.
“Do it,” I said.
And as they wheeled her away, I wanted to scream. To cry. To shout to the world about the injustice of it all.
I settled for walking down the hallway, turning quietly into the room that was being guarded by Aaron, and closing the door so softly behind me that it was only a whisper of a sound.
Aaron didn’t stop me, either.
No, he felt my pain. He knew what was going through me right now. He realized that I was a loose cannon, and I needed an outlet for everything I was feeling, all the pain and the worry.
I walked quietly over to the bed. Stared down at Walton where he lay comfortably in the bed.
He was handcuffed to it, sure, but he didn’t look like he was hurting.
No, he was hooked up to pain meds, had a fuckin’ pillow under his goddamn head. He was fed and had the goddamn TV on, while Naomi was being taken to the operating room to have her insides repaired after losing our baby
And I just couldn’t handle it all anymore.
I snapped my fist out, and punched him straight in the nose.
***
Three days passed, and on the third day, when I was getting anxious and worried that she wouldn’t pull through this, the color started to return to her cheeks.
By that afternoon, her eyes were moving behind her lids.
But still she didn’t wake.
“Need you to come get her outside. She had a setback, and I’m worried about her.”
I turned my head to my father and stared.
“You think I give a good goddamn about that dog right now, Dad?” I asked. “Let her starve.”
I felt light pressure on my forearm, and my eyes automatically flew to the bed.
“Be nice to Butterfinger,” she ordered.
I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
Nothing but a sob, that was.
Chapter 24
The check engine light should be more specific. For instance, do I just need to check the gas cap, or do I need to stop right now so my engine doesn’t explode?
-Naomi’s secret thoughts
Naomi
Life wasn’t the same after Sean and I lost the child we didn’t even know about.