Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
I only remember fragments of what happened next, I keep drifting in and out of consciousness. 
                          
Bright sunlight in my face, a shadowy figure is carrying me. His manly smell. Most of all the pain shooting through my body, I feel like I'm dying. Then darkness.
                          
Shadows passing over my eyes, I squint my eyes 'I'm in a car? But How? Who?' the pain is unbearable, I must've groaned because I hear someone shuffling and a soft hand grazes my cheek. My vision was so blurry, with dark edges, this must be my end. "Babe. Hold on I'll save you" a very distant voice comes from the shadowy figure in the driver's seat.
                          
I wake up shivering from cold. My teeth are chattering. I'm being carried once again, his warmth feels good against my chilling body. We enter a building and immediately am put on a soft bed 'what's happening to me? Where am I?' I try to keep my eyes open but they close eventually.
                          
When I come to I have on a hoodie that smells so good, cologne and a manly scent. He comes towards me. His facial features are familiar, but I can't focus. He runs a hands over my face and places his hand over my eyes, making them close. I feel his lips touch mine. Once he breaks away he speaks softly "Baby, I will soon have you. I will have my precious Dia... But right now I have to get you to the hospital." I drift away.
                          
Loud sirens coming closer. Noise lots of it. Groaning from the pain I barely open my eyes, I scan the room I'm in my house, in my bed. I try to pick up my arm, but it falls down, I'm so weak. I hear a crash, but there is nothing I can do except wait and see. Footsteps come rushing up the stairs, and down the hall towards my room.
                          
Then everything goes crazy, people in uniforms rush to me, shouting things I can't understand. I'm a rag doll in their hands. "Miss... Can... Hear?" I stare blankly at them confused.
                          
So much noise. So much light. I just want to sleep. 
                          
All of a sudden I am turned onto my side, the pain comes back with a force. I scream with the little air in my lungs, my eyes tear up. I think my intestines are being shredded, I'm feeling dizzy and when I'm rolled back onto my back, I can't take the pain so I pass out again.
                          
Bright lights and people in scrubs rush to me. Lights overhead are beaming past me as I'm being wheeled off.
                          
I'm in a familiar place, a theater. Doctors and nurses are ready to operate, before they inject me I barely whisper "mom?" The anesthesiologist looks confused and continues to inject me.
                          
.......
                          
Beep... Beep...
                          
"Oh baby..." a soft hand brushes my hair. I open my eyes a bit, a completely white room greets me. My mom is sitting next to me with red and puffy eyes, with dark bags them. She's pale and looks like she hasn't slept much.
                          
I can't talk. I try but there's a tube in my throat, my mom is holding my hand. I squeeze her hand, she lifts her eyes and when she sees me looking at her. Her eyes light up and tears flow down her cheeks. "Oh oh Oh!!! Doctor!!! Doctor!!" She rushes out the room like a headless chicken.
                          
Then only do I notice movement from the left side of the room. It's Jayden and Ava, they both jump up after my mom's exit, they both have groggy expressions as they hurry to my side. "Oh goodness gracious me Dee, you gave us a fucking heart attack." Ava says as tears run down her cheeks. I just look at her and offer her my hand which she gratefully accepts.
                          
Jay stands at the foot of the bed, I know he hates hospitals... His mom passed away from cancer and he went with her for all her chemotherapy and radiation. I motion for him to come to my right, he moves cautiously over to me. I lift my hand and wipe away the traces of his tears, he grabs my hand and presses it into his face as more tears pool under my hand. "I-I thought I-I. I m-mean w-we th-"