Bound By A Bump (COMPLETED)

Chapter 44 (Anticipation)

  Matthew ran blindly behind the gurney with kaylyn's body splayed stiffly across. Doctors were walking briskly at her side, muttering incoherent syllables Matthew could not process. And even if he tried to, it would be a hard task because his thoughts were flying frantically around in his head, unsure of a solid foundation in which to land. His thoughts were chaotic...his body was numb. He felt useless...

     But just like the doctors he walked alongside the bed, clutching her hand in his and reassuring himself that all would be fine. The tears created a dam in his eyes, waiting on the permission of a blink to fall - To flood his face and attempt at drowning his sorrows. And so he let it fall, knowing it was bound to.

         "Ev– everything will be fine, I want you to know that Kaylyn. I want you to be strong," he muttered against her ear, while placing a kiss on her ashen forehead.

       "Blood pressure is a bit high. We need to prepare her for surgery now," a doctor exclaimed, and just like that everything crashed into Matthew.

      The chattering, the wheels running along the tiles, the cling of equipment. Matthew sucked in a breath, and in that instant he could feel how hard his heart hammered against his chest. A chest a hand was suddenly placed on, barring him off.

       "Sir, you need to stay out here," one doctor told him firmly.

         "I– I need to be with her," he explained still moving with Kaylyn.

         "You can't be in here," the doctor exclaimed again.

Just like that, the gurney turned a small corner and Kaylyn's hand slipped from his. His heart tightened suddenly and just as he was about to go after her, a door closed in his face.

         "We'll keep you updated, but for now you just have to be patient while we make your wife better," the doctor consoled, placing a reassuring hand on Matthew's shoulder before she disappeared into the room.

Matthew leaned against the cold wall, sliding to the floor as sobs broke away from him. When he was sitting on the hard surface with his knees to his chest and his head resting against them, it brought back a feeling of déjà vu.

      "I'm fine Matt," was what Marsha had weakly said when her first contraction had resulted in Matthew rushing her to the hospital.

     Matthew had been so confident in her words that her death had come as an absolute shock to him. It was until he had seen her body that the truth resonated with him.

       Now here he was, placed in a similar situation, but this time he felt worst, because he was more connected to Kaylyn. With the possibility of death hanging over him like a dark cloud, Matthew couldn't help but feel lost at the prospect...

But he also knew he had to hold on to that small kindle of hope that told him everything was going to be OK. It had to be.

      Still on the floor with the tears flowing from his face, he used the back of his hand to uselessly wiped away the tears from his face, but in that process, he also recognized that his hand was still stained with blood. Kaylyn's blood...

His hands suddenly began to tremble, but another hand was suddenly placed on his in reassurance. Faith hovered over him, with a flushed face and red and puffy eyes. Matthew sniffed and swallowed hard, reminding himself that there were other people who needed him.

Wordlessly, faith stooped beside him, clutching his bloodied hands in hers. Her lips trembled and her eyes watered, but still she managed a shaky smile.

       "S– she's strong," she croaked, nodding her head profusely to convince herself of the words she spoke.

Matthew tightly clenched his teeth and averted his gaze, wanting something to distract him from another sad person. However true Faith's words were, he still had to worry.