She Was Grace

Chapter 17

GRACE's POV

Before I knew it, I was lying in the hospital. The bright ceiling lights burned my eyelids as I blinked.

Nurses were surrounding me, each one touching me. One was ripping my pajamas off and replacing them with a hospital gown. Another was plugging pubes into my arms and into my nostrils.

I hadn't realized I could barely breathe till the oxygen started pumping manually into my lungs. My throat burned as they did this.

I was pushed into a room with curtains separating the multiple beds. Each bed had a patient either sick or dying.

As we passed through, the nurses pushed me into a small room which read 345. My machines kept beeping. Making a sound every few seconds.

I started dozing in and out as the nurses asked me questions and snapped their fingers in my face to make sure I was awake. Of course, I tried to respond to every question. The words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. They seemed to be stuck in my throat.

"Daniel." I repeated over and over. I needed him right now.

"Beeeeep" I heard one of my machines have a long steady sound.

I tried to sit up. Nothing. I tried to speak. Nothing. I tried to move my arms. Nothing. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even open my eyes. But I didn't feel any pain anymore. It seemed to just stop hurting.

The nurses started yelling. I could hear them, but I couldn't see them. I felt them touching my hands and all the tubes and needles plugged into me.

"She's dying! We need to do something! That baby is going to die" One of the nurses cried out. "We're trying Kate!" Another voice came from the other side of the bed. "There isn't much we can do right now... She's too early to deliver, and she's already lost way too much blood."

He sounded older than the first girl. More mature and understanding of the situation. He must be the doctor.

A few minutes have passed and I couldn't hear as many voices as before, but I did hear the door open.

"Grace? Grace!" It was a males voice. It sounded familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Are you Daniel?" The mature voice responded to the other. It couldn't be Daniel. This voice was a lot deeper than his. I could tell he was hesitant, but he responded with a yes.

That liar. Who is this bitch.

He asked a few more questions than the doctor left the room.

I could feel him getting closer then grabbing my right hand.

I couldn't depict what all he said to me, but I couldn't reply or respond to whatever he said anyways.

A few hours passed by, and I still wasn't able to move.

Other people came into the room where I was lying motionless. I could tell they were upset and irritated.

Out of no were, my body jerked. I could feel the pain shooting up throughout my entire body. I jerked again, knowing now what was happening.

This baby really needed to come out of me, or else we were both going to die.

Just then, doctors and nurses filled the room again. I heard more loud voices and beeping machines.

I felt dizzy. Very dizzy. But I still couldn't move, but now I could barely feel and hear what was going on around me.

"Help!" I wanted to scream. "My baby needs help! He's dying! Get him out of me!" My eyes shot open. I could finally see! My mouth then opened as well, but all that came out was vomit and blood.

My throat was now burning as they tried to shove tubes down it again.

I went to breath in, but I couldn't. It felt as if something was pushing on my chest, but there was no pressure on it at all.

That's when a doctor cut my stomach horizontally. I could feel the sharp razor-like knife splitting me open, then stopping at the opposite side of my enlarged stomach.

There was more blood than ever before. It was dripping down my bed and onto the floor. There just seemed to not be enough towels to soak up all the blood.

I then heard something. Something I would never, and I mean never, forget.

It was a baby screaming. It was screaming so loud, I thought his little lungs would give out.

I tried to move so I could look at it, but my vision started to get blurry. Then I found him, laying in then doctors arms. I stared at him till I could I couldn't see anymore. Until my lungs wouldn't let me breathe when I went to take a breathe. That's when I realized; I am dying.

I didn't cry. I didn't get upset. I knew what was coming, but I just kept listening to the sound of my baby boy.

This was the end.