Unintentional

Chance

Hemily

  "Leave me alone, get away!" I cried, trying to keep him from getting a grip on my arm. I don't even know this man, or why he's here; all I know is he wasn't about to poke me. "Calm ya ass down." Monty demanded, grabbing onto my sore arm.

  I looked away as the stranger stuck a needle in my arm; it hurt like a bitch. I happened to take a good look at the man who was sticking me and realized he had on a white lab coat. Was this guy really a doctor though?

  "What's going on?" I questioned them both. I shouldn't have to wake up to people poking and prodding at me. I deserve to know what they're doing to my body. "I'm just drawing blood so I can check for anything out of the ordinary; don't worry, this won't take long."

  I cringed watching my blood spurt out into the tiny vial as the Dr finally pulled back the needle. He unscrewed the glass container, and sat it aside for testing I assume.

  "Just by looking at her, I can tell you the damages aren't too extensive. Her wounds mostly consists of a few cuts, mostly bruises but no bones have been broken." He explained to Monty sitting to the left of me.

  Looking around, I didn't even know where we were nor do I remember much of leaving that house. Instead of the usual drywall, this place had wood paneling; like it was made of nothing but logs.

  "Where are we?" I croaked, not realizing my throat was bone dry. "This is the safe house." Monty answered with a tall glass of water. I sucked it away greedily, suddenly aware of how hungry I was.

   If this was the safe house, where was everyone else? It was dead silent, and the fact that I didn't see any light coming in from the windows let me know it must be super late. I wonder if any of them knew I was even here.

  "Just give me a moment to analyze your blood sample." The Dr announced before walking out, leaving me and Monty alone. He leaned in closer, rubbing my still sore arm. "How do you feel? Okay?"

  I nod my head, concerned about the worried look in his eyes. It felt like he was scared he might lose something, but I felt fine; I wasn't going anywhere. "Did they... did he... I wasn't too late was I?"

  "No." I shook my head, grabbing a tight hold to his hand. I caressed his cheek in my hand, smiling as his lips curved up in the slightest possible way. "You're still worried about something else aren't you?" I guessed, still feeling that sense of fear in him.

  He tried to look away, but I grabbed his face making him look me in the eye. Before I could say anything, the Dr walked back in. "Good news Mr. Boyd, it looks as if the fetus has been completely unharmed. The damages done won't at all prevent your wife from going full term."

  I froze at his outrageous announcement. Did he just say fetus? As in, a baby? I subconsciously looked down at my hands, and the only thing I could think to blurt out was, "We're not married."

  He and Monty both laughed as my mind was still trying to process it all. "I suggest you find a OB-GYN you can visit regularly for standard checkups. As for the wounds, I can't prescribe any medication due to her current condition. You shouldn't have to worry; they'll heal within a few weeks."

  I had barely heard what he had just said. All I kept thinking about was this baby he kept talking about. Seeing the peaceful look on Monty's face said that he was no longer worried. Everything was starting to look up; it was all finally coming together.