Stuck on You

Chapter 35: I Won't Go

“Wow,” I breathed. The other doctor, Dr. Reynolds, checked out everything else on me as Dr. Brown started wiping the gel off of my stomach. Dr. Reynolds picked up the iPad and typed in something. Dr. Brown handed me a tiny picture of the sonogram of my baby.

“You’re looking good, Ms. Campbell. I think we can take the IV out tomorrow,” Dr. Reynolds stated.

“And prescribe you a prenatal vitamin,” Dr. Brown added. I hesitated before I looked to Dr. Reynolds.

“Can I see Hayden?” I asked. She gave me a sympathetic look.

“I don’t want you moving around so much,” she said.

“I can use a wheelchair,” I tried. She thought about it before she sighed.

“Tomorrow; you can see him tomorrow,” she said. I sighed and sunk into my bed defeated. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I looked at the white wall across from me and waited until the doctors left. I handed the picture of the baby to Quinn.

“I’m going to sleep,” I said softly. She pecked my cheek gently before she squeezed my hand one last time and left. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

 

The next day, I woke up groggily. The doctor hadn’t visited me all day. I think she was trying to prolong me leaving the room. I was starting to get anxious. Finally, Dr. Reynolds came into my room and went over my charts. I was practically holding my breath, waiting on her to give me the okay to go see Hayden. Dr. Reynolds turned back to me. “I’ll get a nurse to wheel you down there,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, relieved. I didn’t know how much longer I could go without seeing him. A little later, I was wheeled beside his still figure on the hospital bed. I hated seeing him like this. I took a shaky breath as I reached over and held his hand. It hurt my side but I didn’t care. Silent tears ran down my face as I watched his still face.

“Hayden,” I said hoarsely. “I need you to come back to me. I love you,” I said. For some reason, I was expecting him to wake up and tell me that everything was going to be okay, but he didn’t. His face was still. He was still. I stood out of the wheelchair on shaky legs and held onto his bed. My legs were weak but I wanted to be closer to Hayden. I needed to be. I held his hand again as my tears continued to fall.

“Hayden, I have some big news for you whenever you wake up. Everyone is worried about you. I’m worried. The doctor said that you might be paralyzed, but I know you. You’re a fighter… so fight. Fight for me and everyone else you love here,” I said. “Please wake up,” I begged softer. I still had hope. I had hope that he would wake up.

“Ms. Campbell, it’s time to go back to your room,” a nurse said, walking in. My eyes grew wide. I didn’t want to leave him. I don’t think I’d ever leave him.

“No, please,” I begged, my tears falling harder. I took a step away from her and closer to Hayden as she approached me. My breathing picked up as I started panicking. I squeezed Hayden’s hand a little more subconsciously. My breathing caused a stabbing pain in my side. I yelled as I leaned over and held my side tenderly.

“Ms. Campbell,” the nurse said again, coming closer.

“No!” I yelled. My side only started hurting even more causing my breathing to become more labored. It became a vicious cycle. When I felt the nurse’s hand on my shoulder, I freaked out; afraid that she would try to pull me away from Hayden. I stepped back into the wall and pushed her away.

“Ms. Campbell, you need to calm down,” she said with a little more force. Two more nurses charged in the door.

“No, please stop,” I sobbed. My crying only made my side hurt worse. Seeing that it was only making me worse, the nurse stepped back. “I’m staying here… with Hayden,” I said weakly.