Sabrina ; The next generation

19

When I woke up, the only sound I could hear was beeping.

Everything was too bright when I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. I blinked multiple times to get used to the brightness, and then I remembered.

I sat up, my heart rhythm increasing. I was panicking and the machine started going crazy, causing doctors to rush to my side.

They were shouting all sort of things, and someone injected something into my IV which made me fall asleep again.

The second time I woke up, I was more relaxed. I stared at the ceiling for a while before looking around.

I saw doctors move around the open room, and I saw patients lie in other beds.

I was in a muggle hospital.

Tomas' plan had worked.

"Hello miss." A voice spoke and I looked to see a female doctor approach me. "Nice to see you awake. I'll just have a look at your pupils."

She tugged at my eyelids while shining a light into my eyes, and when she put the light away, I blinked a few times to get the uncomfortable feeling to go say.

"We found a note in your pocket. It says your name is Sabrina Silverberry-Weasley. Is that correct?"

I nodded.

"Yes. But my— my baby..."

"We are looking for your baby." She told me. "You've given birth less than twenty-four hours ago. You lost a lot of blood but we have given you a blood transfusion." She said. "Now that we know your name, we are going to contact your parents. Are you hungry?"

I shook my head and turned my head away.

"Okay. Try and get some more rest. We will be sending a psychologist up to talk to you about what you've been through."

She walked away, and I shut my eyes, trying to be happy about being gone, but all I could think about was the moment I gave birth.

He let me hold her, my daughter on my chest. I held her and I looked at her, and after an hour when Emmanuel took her away to make sure she was healthy, Tomas gave me the drug that we had talked about.

I remember waking up in an alleyway and here Emmanuel had dumped me. I remember being wrapped in so many blankets.

And then I woke up here.

I slept for a while until I was woken up by a psychologist.

"Hi Sabrina. My name is Angela. I'm a psychologist here at Ridge Hospital." She smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"

"I want my baby." I whispered.

"And we will do everything in our power to reunite the two of you." She said, nodding. "Are you in any pain?"

I shook my head.

"That's good. Listen... you've been missing for ten months. You were abducted from your bedroom. Do you remember that?"

I nodded.

"Do you feel like you can tell me about it? What's happened in the last ten months..."

I shook my head.

"Nothing. It was— I don't know."

"You were raped, am I right?"

I gulped, staring up at the ceiling.

"It's not like that. It wasn't—"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit up. Angela was a bit hesitant about letting me, but then she saw that I did alright.

"He was told to do it." I said. "He... he didn't want it either. He didn't want a baby, but Emmanuel wanted a grandchild and so he made him do it. He didn't want to do it. He just did what he was told—"

"Alright. It's okay." She assured me. "Lie back down. It's okay. You don't have to say anything else. We can talk again when you've gotten some more rest."

Again, I slept. I slept and I slept and I slept. Doctors would wake me to draw some blood, or they would wake me to make sure I was alive, or they would wake me to give me another blood transfusion.

It had been nearly two days after I was found, that my parents showed up. I had been sleeping for the first day, and then after I woke up, they could call my parents but it still took a while to get through. I was still in Ghana and they had to find my parents in the system, and with how busy they already were, it took a while.

I was asleep when my parents showed up. I only woke up when I heard my mother cry hysterically, and as I opened my eyes, she was leaning over me, hugging me.

Dad stood behind her, leaned over while brushing a hand over my hair repeatedly.

He was the first to notice that I was awake.

He let out a sob and ran a hand over his mouth, and mum lifted her head and nearly choked when she saw that my eyes were open.

"Oh baby." Mum cried and leaned in to kiss my forehead. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have looked for him. I should've just left it alone."

I shook my head.

"It's not your fault, mum." I whispered, and mum cried even harder at the sound of my voice.

I looked up at my dad.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you." I said, my eyes filling with tears. "I was just scared."

"I know darling." He said, shaking his head. "It's okay. You don't have to apologise. It's all good. We're all good, yeah?"

"Okay."

-

Allie

Sabrina was sleeping, and I sat on a chair by the side of her bed.

George was talking to the doctors.

I stared at my daughter. It was so comforting to see the way her chest rose and fell in the rhythm of her breathing.

We thought she had died.

All this time, we thought she was dead somewhere.

I couldn't even stop to think what he's done to her in the ten months he held her captive.

Her and Alec.

Only Sabrina was here.

At the thought, I started crying again. I pressed a hand to my mouth, shutting my eyes as I just let the tears fall.

"Allie." George's voice spoke, his voice shocked. I turned around in my seat, and my heart stopped when I saw him stand there, holding a baby wrapped in a blanket. "This is..."

He stared at me with blank eyes.

"...Sabrina's daughter."

I stared at him for a moment, before looking at Sabrina.

"Oh..." I broke into tears again. "My baby..."

"She had a daughter two days ago." George said from behind me. "They just found her... and Alec. They found Alec... and uh— Naomi, and a girl that is Sabrina's biological twin sister."

I looked at him, and George moved a hand to my face, rubbing his thumb over my jaw.

"They found Alec." George whispered, and I stood up, hugging him while he held the baby. "He's in an ambulance, but he's going to be okay."

George kissed the side of my head, before I rested it against his chest, looking at the baby sleeping in his embrace.

"What about Naomi?" I asked, and George grew silent.

I looked up at him.

"George. Is Naomi okay?"

He shook his head.

"She's— she fractured her skull." He said. "They showed up too late."