All Love Lost (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

"Get me 250 mcg of misoprostol, stat."

I could vaguely register people running around in every direction. My vision was almost non existent and I found it hard to move my limbs. I winced as a large needle was injected into my arm, causing it to feel as if it were on fire. Soon, the fiery feeling seemed to travel through my entire body and send it into overdrive.

"Dammit! We're losing her! Get the crash cart!" That, along with various beeps and buzzes, was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep, peaceful darkness.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt so at peace. It felt as if I were floating in space with not a care in the world. Nothing to worry about. Just me and my baby -- wait, my baby! My hands flew to my stomach, but the bump was nowhere to be found. I immediately began to panic and the serene space quickly faded away.

"We got her back. Hold her down and inject diazepam so she doesn't hurt herself!" The voice boomed above me.

I needed to get back to my baby. But, the more I struggled, the more restricted I felt. Moments later I felt yet another needle being inserted into the crook of my arm. Instantly, I was out like a light.

I wasn't sure how long I was out, but when I finally came to, I was blinded by the brightness inside of the room. Pain shot through my whole body as I attempted to sit up.

Those same loud ringers and buzzers went off, prompting my ears to ring from the sudden noise. What sounded like a door opening could be heard followed by the pitter patter of feet getting closer to where a laid.

After a few seconds, the noise ceased and I felt a presence lingering over me.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Hanes and you are in Miami, Florida at Mount Sinai Hospital. You were in a wreck involving and 18 wheeler truck," I could hear pages being flipped before the doctor spoke again, "two days ago. Do you know your name?"

I nodded as best as I could.

"Great. Would you mind telling me your name, please?"

"A-Abella." I managed to get out in a whisper tone.

There was a little more shuffling as he scribbled something down, undoubtedly my name.

"And your last name?" He questioned in a soft voice.

I licked my dry lips before croaking out. "Bleu."

He went back to scribbling. "Okay, well Ms. Bleu, you gave us quite the scare. On arrival you had a grade three concussion, two broken ribs, and a fractured femur. You also underwent a couple of seizures and suffered an incomplete pregnancy."

Incomplete pregnancy.

He went on to tell me about the surgeries that I'd undergone, but after he said the words 'incomplete pregnancy' I no longer heard his words over the shattering of my heart. I didn't care anything about my head or my leg, or anything else for that matter. My baby was gone. Six months of carrying him and he was snatched away from me in a matter of seconds.

Hot tears cascaded down my face at a rapid pace. The feeling of emptiness washed over me and I wasn't sure if anything could fill the void.

"I'm going to give you a little space and try to get in contact with your family. I'll be back soon to check on you." He patted my shin a couple times before exiting the room.

Once the door closed, I crumbled. The beeping of the heart monitor sped up, but I didn't care. My baby was gone and the light that was in my heart had been dimmed.

I ultimately cried myself to sleep and when I opened my swollen eyes, I could see my best friend, Olivia, and my boyfriend, Daniel, sitting on the couch to my immediate right in deep conversation. My heart fluttered seeing the two of them here for me. If not anybody else, they had my back and they'd proven just that time and time again.