IMPORTANT!!! OK SO THIS IS LEZABETHS LAST POV! AND SORRY ABOUT THE SHORTNESS OF THIS CHAPTER, BUT IT WAS NEEDED! SO ITS KINDA A FILLER! IM REALLY GLAD THAT IT IS DONE THOUGH BECAUSE NOW I CAN INTRODUCE YOU ALL TO " THE LITTLE LIGHT " (IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS!)
LEZABETHS POV
CHAPTER 3
The delicate little light was reaching out for me and my heart clenched in a way I never knew possible. She was so perfect and I had the urge, the need to protect and hold the little creature. I carefully took her into my arms and instantly I felt a fill in a void I never noticed before. She dug her head into my shoulder and I relished in the feeling of her warmth. How did something so amazing come from me?
Suddenly I saw black around the edges of my vision and the ground began to shake and all I could think of was my little light. I looked down at her and she started to disintegrate until she wasn't their anymore.
“ No! Light! My baby! What happened!” The ground was shaking hard tears sprang to my eyes and burned down my cheeks. I wanted to scream and go running to find my light, but I couldn't move. Everything was turning black.
A a involuntary response from my body threw me to the floor and everything around me disappeared.
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Bleep... Bleep... Bleep. I heard a distant sound somewhere in my sub-conscious and found myself staring immobile at the ceiling of my hospital bed. I was dreaming? That couldn't possibly be! My light she isn't real? My arms flew to my stomach.
“What the hell?” My stomach wasn't inflated in fact it was pretty flat. Is this even possible? Cause I swear just a bit ago I was as pregnant as can be. What the actual fuck is going on? I see the distress button on the side of my bed and I pressed it.
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“ Madam? I got your distress signal?”
“Yeah I bet you did. What the hell is going on?” I snapped
“Well we are still running as few tests to be sure but-”
“What tests? I am talking about how I was pregnant not to long ago and how now I'm not.” I said in a 'duh' tone.
“You gave birth. Your child is just in the next room we just have a few more tests to do on both of you.”
My jaw hit the floor and I stared at the young blond nurse with wide eyes. She was a petite little women dressed in all white with her blond hair tied in a neat little bun above her head.
“What? That can't be, she wasn't due for another week!” This cannot be right. My light isn't supposed to be here yet! What happened while I was asleep?
“ We know and that is one of the reasons we are doing the tests on you and the baby.”
She answered in the same duh tone.
I glared at her to keep talking because I had no idea why anything was happening the way it was. I don't know why I am not dead. I do not know why I'm not pregnant. And I have no idea why they are doing tests on me and my light.
“ Explain everything before I go ape shit.” I hissed
The young nurse looked baffled, but continued nun-the-less.
“ While you where asleep your water broke. We gave you medication to put you to sleep on your husbands orders so you wouldn't have woken up on time to give birth to your child.” This did not surprise me. In Iran the men rule their women and If Jan had ordered anything done it would be done. The only thing that had me confused is why the child came early. I knew that Jan wanted me to die in my sleep so I wasn't surprised about his ordering me to be put down like a damn dog. God forced to be put to sleep so I can die? Wow that has got to be a new low. What if I wanted to spend my last damn day doing something special?
“ We birthed your child through C-suction and we ran some tests to see where your infection had spread to in your child and in you. Once we ran the tests we saw that there were absolutely no traces of the infection not in you or the baby. It was completely gone. And it still is. To be honest you and your child should have been dead already.”
“So why did the baby come out so fast? It was supposed to be in a week.”
“The baby was early, but that's normal.”
Oh.
I wanted to see my light and I wanted to see her now.
“Bring me Roshan.” I said quietly, but the nurse heard.
“Who?”
“My baby girl, her name is Roshan.”
Roshan means light in the Iranian language, Farsi. And that is exactly what I'm going to call my little light. The nurse left the room with a little smile on her face.
