Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 74~

"You're alive!"

I blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Still, the lights were hurting my eyes, probably because they were closed for some time. I suddenly felt a massive headache, causing me to shut my eyes.

"Baby, are you okay?" Dalton asked. I tried to answer him, but nothing came out of my mouth. My whole body just felt too weak to even talk.

"I'll check on her condition," Dr. Thompson said. She then started to check on my condition.

"This is truly a miracle," she said, speechless, "it was very unlikely for her to survive, but she did. She might need physical therapy to regain her strength, and she's expected to fully recover within three months."

"Thank you so much, Dr. Thompson."

"Is Mommy gonna talk again?" Imogen asked the doctor.

"Yes," she smiled, "just give her a few hours to a few days, and her energy will be back."

"Yay!" she beamed. The doctor then excused herself. Imogen sat down on one of the chairs next to me and held my hand. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, and so were everyone else's.

"Mommy, don't leave me again, I'm scared," she cried and my heart broke. I held her hand and she kissed my head.

"I thought I was going to lose you," Dalton's voice croaked from all the crying. I caressed his cheek and he softly kissed my lips.

"We were all really scared," my mom cried, "the doctor said that you weren't getting any better. Dalton had even signed the consent form to get you off life support and end your pain."

"Imogen saved your life," Dalton sniffled, "she was the one who found you. If we were a few minutes late, you wouldn't have survived."

Tears started to roll down my face. I owed my life to my daughter. She must've been really traumatized. I motioned her to come closer and wrapped an arm around her

"Don't cry, Mommy," she wiped my tears away. I gave her a tiny smile in return.

"I miss you so much," Dalton sniffled, "we were so close to losing you. Please don't leave me again."

Once again, I tried to say something, but nothing came out, my whole body just felt too weak. I started to cry out of frustration, and my mom softly rubbed my hand, trying to comfort me. I started to feel really tired, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up and saw Dalton still sitting down next to me, Imogen asleep on his lap. He was still holding my hand, and he looked like he hasn't slept in days. I felt like I had a little more energy than earlier, so I tried to talk.

"D-Dalton," my voice came out small and hoarse.

"Yes baby? Do you need anything?"

"G-go get some sleep, you look exhausted."

"Don't worry about me baby, I'm staying awake to make sure you're okay."

"I'll be okay babe, my dad's awake, he's gonna be here if something happens," I assured.

"O-okay, but are you sure you'll be alright?" he asked and I nodded.

"Don't worry, Dalton, I'll be watching her," my dad reassured and he nodded. He kissed my head and slowly drifted off to sleep.

a week later...

"Welcome back home!" our friends and family exclaimed as soon as we arrived at home. During the past week, I had regained my ability to stand up, but still needed some help when it comes to walking.

"Guys, t-thank you so much," I teared up and they embraced me into a group hug. Dalton helped me make my way to the couch and I carefully sat down. Toulouse started wagging his tail and jumped on my lap. I embraced him into a hug. Courtney was the one taking care of the dogs when I was at the hospital.

"Thank you so much for taking care of the dogs," I said to Courtney.

"You're welcome," she smiled, "how are you doing now?"

"I'm getting better, I just have terrible headaches sometimes, and I still need to regain my full strength."

"I hope you're gonna feel better soon."

"Thank you," I lightly smiled. Imogen sat down on my lap and I ran my fingers through her hair.

"Mommy?"

"Yes Piccolina?"

"I miss you," she said quietly. She then placed her head on my chest.

"I miss you too, Piccolina," I smiled as I held her close to me. She had been really clingy lately.

"I really hope you're okay now," Tori said.

"Not fully okay yet, but I'm feeling a lot better," I smiled.

"I really thought we were going to lose you, I couldn't even go to the hospital without having a panic attack."

"Awe, Tori," I pulled her into a hug.

"I miss you so much, please don't do it again," she started to cry.

"Don't cry, Tori," I rubbed her back, "I promise I'll try to get help."

"Please do, I don't want to lose you," she sniffled. At that moment, I realized that I'm indeed loved by many people.

***

"Shower time," I said to Imogen. As soon as we reached the bathroom, she looked at me, horrified. In a matter of seconds, she started screaming and crying. Something's definitely bothering her.

"No!" she screamed. She was holding onto me really tight. Her whole body was shaking, and her heart was pounding.

"What's wrong, Piccolina?" I asked her as I gently rubbed her back. She's never acted like that before.

"Mommy, don't leave me!" she cried, holding onto me tighter. That's when I realized that it was the bathroom where she found me unconscious. My poor daughter was traumatized. It was all my fault. I immediately took her out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed as I tried to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry, Piccolina, Mommy's here," I cooed, "I'm not going to leave you."

Still, she didn't stop crying. She was still holding onto me.

"Don't go!" she repeated over and over and my heart shattered.

"Mommy's not going anywhere, Imogen," I softly said and kissed her head, "I'll always be with you."

"Pwomise?" she asked quietly as she looked up at me.

"I promise," I smiled. I placed her on my chest and she started to calm down. I kissed her cheek and took her to the other bathroom where Dalton was. I nearly lost my balance a couple of times because I still hadn't regained my full strength. He often used that bathroom since Imogen often wanted to shower with me only.

"Baby?" I knocked on the door. "Come in."

I opened the bathroom door and went in. He was drying himself as he just got out of the shower.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"No," I pouted, "Imogen was afraid of the other bathroom because of what happened."

"My poor baby," he pouted, "Do you need any help? I know it's still a little hard for you to walk."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Baby, you just got out of the hospital," he frowned, "you need to rest, so let me help you."

"Okay," I lightly smiled. He then got dressed went to our room to prepare Imogen's PJs.