Twisted

Chapter 24

The overpowering smell of disinfectant flooded my nose.

I kept scrunching my eyes at the beaming light that was fighting to seep through my closed eyes.

I couldn't feel anything. Not even my hands, legs or head.

Nothing.

I felt I was trapped in my own body. Like a prison.

Defeat and powerlessness is what I felt at the moment.

I repeatedly blink my eye-lids,in desperation, trying to get my body to cave in and let my eyes open.

To let me regain my vision.

To let me see again.

And it finally did cave in.

As the beaming light, slowly abated, various colors overwhelmed my eyes.

Those colors were now, objects and the surrounding.

I was in a hospital room.

It was typical.

The room was immaculate with glass windows reflecting the sunlight, igniting the room.

The walls were of a cream color and the furniture matched perfectly with it and a small bed was set up on side next to mine.

'Millions' of tubes and needles were connected to my body and the beeping of my head monitor was as calm as ever, giving me a feeling of pure bliss.

I could hear the doctors and the nurse running around the floor hurriedly, with their pagers going off almost every few minutes.

It was just a regular day at the hospital and I was one of the thousand patients in it.

Before my exploration of the hospital got any further, I was interrupted by a very loud and shocked gasp.

I couldn't see who it was as my head was faced the other way.

Slowly turning my head, the same gasp and the look of shock was plastered on my face too.

A person I never thought I would see.

A person who hated me and is now standing in my hospital room.

Paloma.

Not a word was exchanged between us.

With the look on our faces, everything was said clearly.

Abruptly, she hurriedly shouted, "Doctor! Can we get Doctor Stone in here please! Now!"

Her voice was almost breaking.

A group of nurse and doctors rushed into the room, huddling over me, pricking me, poking me and running all sorts of tests.

"Hello, Alexandra. I'm you primary physician, Dr. Stone. I don't know if you remember this, but you had an accident and it was quite severe. We performed a series of surgeries and you've been in a medically induced coma for 3 days now. We just ran a few tests now, it looks normal. There is one other thing I would like to talk to you about.

Your pregnancy. A c-section was performed and your baby was taken out. Our neonatal surgeon here, performed a few surgeries for the complication your baby had from the accident. And to your relief, your child is doing fine and is currently in the intensive care unit. Since it was born premature, the baby will stay there for a few more weeks.

I know this is a lot to take in, but we are there for you every step of the way.

I would like to leave on a slight happy note, before I go.

Congratulations. You are a mother of a sweet baby girl."

Everything he said was stuffed into my brain, the only thing he said that I cared about, was the fact that my little girl was okay.

She was here.

I try to open my mouth, but struggle for breath.

"It's okay, you don't have to open your mouth. Just get better for us." A nurse said.

I smile at her softly as the rest of the medical team walk out.

The only person remaining, was Paloma.

She stood in the corner of the room, with her eyes glistening, with a smile on her face.

Paloma walks closer to my bed and sits on the side.

"You're okay." she's says in a relived tone.

I couldn't help, but let a few tears fall out.

"8 months huh?"

And then, she said something I never thought she would say.

"I'm sorry. For everything. It's all my fault."

"It's okay. It's all in the past." I say smiling.

"And I'm really sorry about Kyle. I know it's hard for you. He was also one of my best friends." She says with tears streaming out of her eyes.

I didn't say a word.

I guess she understood what I was feeling, because instantly she changed the subject.

"It's all going to be okay. Alright? Look at you! You had a secret pregnancy and didn't even tell me!" She says, stunned.

I chuckle softly.

She holds my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

And that's when for the first time in my life, I felt the slightest bit, just the slightest bit of happiness.

Times were hard, yes, but something told me I could get through this.