"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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MICHAEL
beep .beep .beep
That was the sound keeping me company for the past 24 hours. My love was still unconscious. in the course of time, i have changed my position and moved the chair in the room to many diffrrenet directions just so i could keep my eyes on her. she was still sleeping, her chest moving up and down slowly.
I can't help but give into the uncertain thoughts in my mind.
why? is this happening. was it my fault? is everything that happened from the beginning taking a toll on her?
is the baby safe? is my wife safe?
I release a sigh, running my fingers through my hair. its been officaily a day since we've been here, i made sure she was transfered to a private room once the nurse came back and declared she was stable. ive barely taken in the surroundings of the private room i'd requested for. it was bigger than the previous ward they put us in, cords every where, some hooked up to a heart monitor, computers- i don't know. machines and call buttons and one Iv solution in her left arm. the lights in the room where dim and the walls were white enough to blind me. there was a private bathroom in here on the left side of the room and a single chair-which im currently seated in, by her side and a leather couch right beneath a huge window that i know she would love to peer out of to get a glimpse of the busy city beneath it and a tv mounted on the wall right across from the hospital bed.
I grab her right hand and hold it in mine, rubbing soothing patterns on her skin. she doesnt stir. my gaze falls on her sleeping face, so graceful. her chest heaves up and down and that somehow soothes the nerves in chest. i bring her hand to my lips and kiss it, holding on for a moment. i lean closer to the bed and palm her bump with my free hand leaving a soft kiss there as well.
You'll be alright
i'm scared, sad and broken. I haven't gotten any news on how she's doing or the baby. the only thing the nurse said was that she was stable in the mean time and needs lost of rest. Dr. Johnson was supposed to be here last night like the lady nurse said, but he didn't show up. i've been waiting around for him today and still nothing. the nurse just comes in to check on her and if the Iv solution was done she replaced it and then leaves.
"Anna. Come back to me baby." i whsisper agaisnt her skin.
helplessness is not my spot. i want to always have a way to figure out my problems and to get rid of it.
yet, when it comes to my marriage, my wife i dust things under the rug and lock up my words in the name of protecting my emotions because i can't fucking express myself.
All this is my fault. she's here, in this bed becasue of me. she was hurting because of me her bright soul is tainted because of me.
i look up at the white ceiling, " are you going to take her away from me?, i havent taken care of her like you would want me to."
