something cool go into my arm and then my head feels fuzzy. No! “I need to know if my baby is okay,” I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t fight off the heaviness that’s sinking me further and further away from my son and Zane and into the darkness.
***
I hear hushed voices. I can’t make out who’s talking or what they are saying, but I hear their tone. Whoever is talking is worried.
I try wiggling my toes and when I feel them finally cooperate, I try moving my hand. That seems to be working too.
Slowly opening my eyes, I’m blinded by a bright light. I don’t know if it’s the sun shining into my room or if the lights in here are just really fucking bright, but I have to close my eyes again because it hurts too much. I groan in pain.
The voices quiet and a couple of seconds later I feel someone grab my hand. I can tell before he even talks that it’s Zane with the only way his touch makes me feel. “Dani?” he whispers close to my ear.
I turn my head slowly toward him but don’t open my eyes again. “Too bright,” I croak, my mouth dry and my throat screaming after I speak the words.
“Fuck, you’re awake! Thank God. You had me so scared, Baby Girl.” At the word baby, I remember what happened the last time I was awake.
“The baby! Zane, where’s our baby?” I say, my eyes flying open, searching his face even though the brightness still burns my retinas.
“Hey, calm down. Everything is fine, just calm down.” At his words, I’m able to settle down a little bit, but now I’m anxious to see my baby. Where is he? Why isn’t he in the room?
My eyes start to hurt again, so I close my eyes and try to calm myself down more. The beeping from the heart monitor is going crazy. The sooner I calm down, the sooner he’ll tell me about the baby and then hopefully I can go see him.
Zane catches on that the sun is hurting my eyes and looks at someone on the other side of my bed. “Close the blinds,” he says then looks back at me. “How do you feel?”
I try to think about that and do a quick inventory of all my body parts. I can move my arms and legs and nothing hurts there. My head hurts a little bit, but it’s my throat and stomach that hurt the most.
“Water,” I say hoarsely, needing something to soothe my throat before I try talking more.
Zane places a mug of water in front of my lips. I sip tentatively at first, but once the water goes down my throat, I realize how thirsty I am, so I drink a little faster.
“Slow down, Baby Girl. Don’t want to take too much and make yourself sick.” I want to slap him, but he’s probably right.
“I’ll go grab the doctor and call everyone to let them know she’s awake,” I hear Louie say. I try to turn my head to look at him and smile, reassure him that I’m okay, but I can’t seem to move fast enough before he’s already out the door.
I frown, wondering why he didn’t even say hi or seem even the slightest bit happy that I’m awake.
Zane, of course being able to tell what I’m thinking, answers before I can say anything. “He’ll be all right. It just really shook him up what happened.” Understanding dawns on me and I can see now why he didn’t even look at me. Louie is my best friend, aside from Zane. Of course he would be really upset that something could have happened to me and the baby.
“He’s the one who found me, isn’t he?” I ask, thinking that may be another reason he’s so upset, but Zane shakes his head.
“Actually, it was Jaxon. He rushed you to the hospital, but no one knew what happened to you. Then Louie showed up at the shop and saw the blood. You really gave us all a scare, Baby Girl.” I feel awful about what happened and what I must have put everyone through, but again, hearing him say baby nudges those maternal feelings in me—I need to see our child.
I nod and take one more drink of the water. “Please take me to our baby.” I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stand