He wasn't in the hospital when I awoke. He left shortly after I stabilized, or so said the nurse I asked.
Tears poured down my face.
First I lost my child, and now my man? What was next?
The room was bright, and I was glad for that. It turned out that I had to spend the next few days in hospital, to make sure my body was okay - and my mind. They didn't state the last part explicitly though.
Staring out the window, I let the city see me weep. Maybe there would be someone sympathetic out there for me.
It must've been ages that I just sat and watched life move on through the small window, it must've been.
When the nurse came back, it was almost sunset. I didn't really want to be here anymore, but I also didn't want to go home either so I stayed. I played patient and I stayed in the little private white room.
"Do you think he'll come back?"
The nurse looked at me in that kind and gentle way nurses are supposed to. The bedside manner that one pays high prices for.
"We have a support structure here at the hospital for woman who have been through what you have. If he doesn't come, then I'm sure your doctor will speak to you about the options available, henceforth."
I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
I didn't want options. I didn't want support structures. I wanted my man. I wanted him to forgive me, but I doubted that he ever would.
More tears poured down my face as the nurse was leaving. They stung my eyes, and warmed my skin. I hated them. I hated the stupid salty little water drops. I hated them because they were a finality, a full stop. They told me that he really wasn't coming back.
And I had to live with that.
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General Fiction❝ i was his baby, and he was my man. ❞ - a girl and her gangster. - © Candi | 2020 [completed first draft !]
