Looking forward, not back (OMIMB SEQUEL.)

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"Leah! Are you okay?" I hear Alex burst as my eyes begin to open, everything blurry; I blink a number of times to clear my sight...where am I? This isn't a room I'm familiar with. "Where am I?!" I yell, sitting up straight. I'm lying in a white bed, not under the covers or anything. Just on them. The covers feel scratchy and thin and the scent of this room tells me that this place isn't unfamiliar with bleach.

"I'm in hospital?" I ask quietly, scratching my head as I take more notice of all of the items around me, viewing lots of people in other beds in the room, all of them with one health problem or another. I shouldn't be here.

I think about the last thing I can remember.

Nathan.

Nathan comes out of prison in ten days.

T e n .

That's less than two weeks.

But that still doesn't explain why I'm here.

"Leah I was so worried! Don't worry; you haven't been out for long. About four hours. You passed out after being on the phone, I spoke to your officer...god I can't remember her name now but I know everything and when you want to talk about it you can...but Leah I thought it was going to be like one of those movies where you're out for five minutes and then would wake up as right as rain...I sat with you for half an hour on the sofa, willing you to wake back up before I rang the ambulance. They decided it would be best to give you a bed in the hospital...just till you had woken up, they took a few sample of blood because apparently shock isn't the reason you collapsed. I'll call the doctor now."

Alex leaves the room, leaving me to lie back on the pillow and stare at the plain white ceiling...last time i was in this building I was placed in a room that had been painted with a blue sky and clouds. I hate being an adult sometimes.

I can hear the sounds of other people coughing and getting sick. I shut my eyes tight, willing to be back in my own comfortable bed. My heart aches for every feeling in my body right now, mainly guilt for wasting the hospitals time and a hospital bed. I really don't need to be here.

'They took a few samples of your blood.'

'Shock isn't the reason you collapsed.'

Wait...something is actually wrong with me?

"Good evening Miss Murs, it's nice to see you awake," a young looking man walks into the room, he grips onto a plain brown clipboard and has a white coat on with his name badge pinned to it.

Dr Cameron Hughes.

"You can call me Leah," I attempt a smile as the doctor places his clipboard on the end of my bed. "Doc I'm fine I really can go." I insist as Alex sits down next to my bed on the very uncomfortable looking guest chair.

"We've ran some tests," the doctor starts, completely ignoring my plea to go home. "I'm glad to tell you that there is nothing seriously wrong with you, your collapse was actually a complete coincidence with your situation but what it is is that you don't have enough iron in your blood. This is very common but just because yours wasn't treated it led to you collapsing, I assume you had been feeling light headed just beforehand?" I nod along with the doctor as I remember looking out of the window on the phone feeling lightheaded but I assumed it was just due to all the information I was receiving.

"All that will happen is that we will give you some iron tablets to take and then you can go home but we just want to do some more checks just to make sure that this will not have had any impact on your pregnancy or –" I immediately choke at the doctors words and I feel my face redden as Alex jumps out of his seat to stand, "Pregnancy? No, God, No! I'm not pregnant!" I manage to burst, half laughing, half serious.