Chapter 003 Miscarriage

~Rosemary~

A beeping sound replayed in my head an annoying number of times. The air around me felt so cold that goosebumps pricked my skin.

I opened my eyes slowly, only to be blinded by the light. When I opened them again, I saw a white ceiling.

Where was I? Wasn't I at home? Was I lying down? Why? What happened to me?

A dozen questions ran through my mind. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. But nothing around was recognizable.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a heart rate monitor. It was what was making that annoying beeping sound. Oh, God! Was I in the hospital?

"You are awake!" a voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

I looked in the direction it came, only to find two smiling nurses walking through the door.

"Where am I? What happened to me?"

The first nurse stood at the foot of the bed. "You got hit by a car. You've been in a coma for hours."

Hearing that, my memory came rushing like a flood. I remembered running after Max in the dead of the night. I also remembered the blinding light and floating in the air. And the blood!

In an instant, my hands flew to my belly. I asked anxiously, "How is my baby? He's okay, right?"

The nurse's face fell all of a sudden. She then shook her head and replied, "I'm sorry. You had a miscarriage."

I froze and stared blankly. Then my shoulders slumped. 

I held my belly with one hand, hoping to feel the comforting warmth that had been there these past few months. 

But it was gone. 

My belly was now extremely cold. I pressed it with both hands as my heart began to thump. 

As I shook my head in disbelief, I saw the nurse looking at me with pity. 

My baby was gone? My baby who I had been waiting to meet, died in my belly?

I gasped for breath, a picture of a tiny lifeless baby in a pool of blood popped into my head. Squeezing my belly even tighter, I longed for the cramp I felt multiple times a day. 

Anything…anything that would make me feel my baby again. 

I didn’t want to feel like my insides were ripped off. 

I wanted to feel heavy again. 

I wanted…

My head suddenly began to ache badly. I whimpered, my whole body shaking in pain. Before I knew it, my face pressed against a hard chest. "I'm so sorry. But they tried their best."

"Noo!" My cries came out muffled as I sank to the floor.

The pair of arms tightened around me. I was picked up and taken back to bed. Still, my head remained on the hard chest.

I was too disheveled to look up at the person who was holding me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as if the floodgates had just been opened. Suddenly, I felt woozy.

I heard one of the nurses say, "Your wife lost a lot of blood. She's currently weak and depressed. We will continue trying our best, but I advise that you keep an eye on her 24/7."

The body behind me froze for half a second, then a warm hand stroked my hair and a voice came, "Got it."

Too tired from crying, I drifted off again.

*****

"Rest well?"

These were the first words I heard when I opened my eyes again. I stared in confusion at the person looking down at me. 

"Have we met before?" I asked in a raspy voice, trying to sit up.

Well, so, the person who was accompanying me earlier, he wasn’t Max.

He looked tall. Taller than Max, about 6ft 3inches.

Though dressed simply, his broad shoulders and chest pushed up the striped T-shirt he was wearing.

He walked up to me slowly. Somehow my breathing hitched in my throat.

"You must need this."

I saw the sleeve bands hugging his toned arms tightly when he handed me a glass of water.

"Thank you." I gave a quick smile, then immediately focusing on my glass of water.

I bet he had abs for years too.

"You don't know me before,"

He reached out and placed a pillow behind my back.

When he did that, his hand grazed my shoulder, I suddenly felt thirsty and hot all over.

I finished my water quickly.

"I am Gerald Clay," he said, taking two steps back.

That charming smile pinned my eyes on him.

His chiseled jawline, then his eyes which were so blue.

"Who are you, Gerald Clay?" I asked, trying to stop the spiking of my heartrate.

"I was the one who rushed you to the hospital. You were in a pool of your own blood on the road."

"Oh, that's..." I muttered, holding my belly, “Thank you so much. You literally saved my life.”

I quickly looked away before my insides melted again.

After glancing at my belly, he continued, "Nothing. I happened to be there. We met when you first woke up, but I guess you don't remember."

"I do now," I said, my face flushing. "I am so sorry for messing up your shirt with my tears."

Gerald waved. "It's nothing. I hated that shirt anyway."

He pulled a chair closer and added, "You were in and out of coma for several days. Is there anything you would like me to get you?"

"My phone... I want my phone."

Although a little taken aback by my request, he turned to the table nearby and picked up my phone. I dialed a number as soon as it was handed to me.

At the third ring, Max finally answered the phone. "What is it?"

A sob escaped my lips. "Hello, Max. I am at the hospital. I lost the baby. I was in an--"

"That’s great news! Congratulations to me!” Max said, his breathing rising and falling. 

The second my jaw dropped, I heard a woman moan from the other end. “Harder, baby! Harder!”

I heard a slapping sound before Max groan, “Fuck! You’re so good!” 

The phone almost slipped off my hand. I blinked several times, unable to believe my ears. 

What the hell?

That shit was talking to me while fucking Amani? While I just lost our baby?