The White Rabbit

32.) 3 Weeks Later(Audrey)

My eyes heavily begin to open, the room is unfamiliar, it smells of bleach, latex and cheap hand soap. My eyes feel like they are being weighed shut by bricks and no matter how hard I fight it then pinch closed but I keep fighting.
As I continue to fight to keep my eyes open I become more and more aware of all of my senses. I hear the beeping of a hospital monitor, I feel the crinkling of the hospital bedsheets aswell as an intubation tube thrust in my mouth and throat. I begin to panic internally as I am not able to move much but a nurse comes in.
She must be doing her rounds because my slow methodical movements startle her and she rushes over. Placing down her clipboard at the foot of the bed.
"Audrey? Hello, my name is Nurse Anna." She says clearly smiling from the sound of her voice.

I fight to keep my eyes open but they continually close. I am quickly growing irritated that I don't feel in control of my body or my surroundings. I have no idea what has happened or where any of my loved ones are.

Anna begins grabbing all of my vitals and jotting them down while humming a happy tune. I lay there lifeless battling to gain more control of my body to no avail.

"You did so good mama! You're a fighter! Let me get your family on the phone!" She smiles and notes down my vitals.
"Your baby boy is so beautiful! He's healthy and good! He's with Dad right now but I'm sure he'd love to bring him to see his mama!" She coos as my face remains frozen as I try to come back to reality fully.
How long have I been down? Who's the father of my son? What even happened? All I remember is holding my son and then blackness. I remember nothing else. Why can't I talk...why am I hooked up to all these tubes fighting to open my eyes and why is my body fighting against me.
"Alright, I'm going to get your emergency contacts on the phone, okay? And then I'll come back and run some more tests to see if we can get you off these machines, okay! Sit tight!" Anna coos and skips out of the room.

1 hour later:

"Ok...how does that feel? Take your time okay. Deep breathes and take it slow." Anna says after removing my intubation tubing.

All I want right now is to know if my son is okay, if Dean is okay, and who the father of my baby is. That's it. I just want to speak so I can ask what I want...no need...to know.

"Who...who's the d-..." I painfully spit out with a hoarse gravely voice.

She hands me a hospital jug filled with ice water for me to wet my throat and mouth because it's as dry as cotton at this point.

"Sorry, your mouth is going to be quite dry for a while." Anna shakes off and nods wanting me to try again.

"Is my son okay?" I say and as the words leave my mouth it feels like my tongue is a piece of cotton.

"Oh he's great...he's growing so fast. I do know that the father brings him to see you every few days. It's always during day shift so I'm not there because I work nights but I know he comes because it's in your charts." She smiles at me.

"A-and who's the father?" I gulp embarrassingly because I should know. A person should know who impregnated her but for some damn reason I don't. For some reason I just had to have sex with two guys back to back.

"Oh...umm...honestly I never remembered the name. I remember both names being tossed around but I haven't personally met him but...I was on shift when the paternity test came in...hold on...Tyler? Ya Tyler was his name! I've heard he's a super nice guy and really good with your son!" She smiles and pats my leg.

My world crumbles around me realizing that Tyler will be in my life forever. He's the father to my son and now I am coparenting with him. I'm grateful that he's been solo parenting while I've been...beating death but I am heartbroken that Dean has been with me this whole time expecting this child to be his only for him to be Tyler's child.