(Currently being re-written & grammar fixed outside of wattpad, I will be republishing very soon.)
Josephine Katavana, the sweet librarian you would meet on a normal day at the library, struggling with her anxiety. She thought she knew it all and h...
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Waking up, I blink my eyes and look around to see myself in my bed, at my apartment.
I move my head to the side and look at my mom.
"m-mom" my voice is scratchy.
"Josephine" she rushes over to me and sits on the bed.
"Are you alright, do you need water? A book? Need to use the bathroom?" she asks.
"l-lucifer" I manage out.
"I haven't seen him." She looks away.
"he's okay though... right?" I ask her.
"ill have to call the hospital, I'm not sure." She tells me as I move my arm to take the blankets away, but she stops me.
"you need to stay in bed Josephine." She demands.
"b-but" I stutter.
She gives me the "mom" look.
"c-can you tell me what happened?" I ask before clearing my throat.
"the doctor's, lost your heartbeat, and the baby? Which were going to talk about." She firmly looks at me, "and your heartbeat was lost for about a minute." She looks down.
"I died?"
"well no not ex-"
"my heartbeat went away, I died?"
"ill give you a minute." She tells me before getting up and walking out of my room, closing the door behind her.
I feel like I lost myself. And I'm pretty sure I lost lucifer too.
I lost a child I was told.
I didn't know I was going to have a baby.
I wasn't ready for a baby. And I knew Lucifer wasn't either.
We needed to get our relationship healthy and stable before thinking about a kid.
And I know we didn't try to have a kid on purpose.
And even though I wasn't ready for a child, a part of me still just feels so different.
All I wanted right now, was a hug from lucifer.
And here I am, laying on my bed and not being able to even feel my stomach.
Lucifer is alright. Right?
He's strong. So am i.
............
The days started going by slow. It has only been a week so far.
I looked up to Lisa as I sat on the couch and she blends a smoothie.
She pours it in a cup and walks it over to me.
"Thanks.."
"your welcome." She smiles, "I'm going to go to the bathroom." She tells me as I nod.
She walks away and I take a sip of the strawberry banana smoothie I'm holding, I put it on the coffee table before using the strength in my arm, to lean up from the couch and walk over to the bookshelf behind the couch.
I take the crutch, I was given apparently, and lean on that before walking over to the bookshelf but having the feeling like ill fall.
I see the book I wanted, "the invisible life of addie larue" on one of the higher shelves.
I reach up and put my hand on top of the crutch as I lean up and use my hand to try to get it.
I grab onto the spine of the book and get it, but a couple of the books on my shelf fall down with it onto the floor.
I get the book and throw it onto the couch, but then bend down to get the book's but feeling the wound on my stomach glide across the bandage.
"ah!" I groan out in pain. "Lisa!" I yell as I think of how badly the crash got me.
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