One Little Dream

Don't Repeat

He said it. He actually said it out in the open. For anyone outside that door to hear. Ryan heard. If a reporter was out there they heard. I may have been a fall hazard at the time, but I got out of bed. I stood at the side of my bed.

"Jessica, sit down. You fainted. And in your condition I advise you stay down."

Liam's face paled a bit. Wishing I would listen to him. But I won't. I didn't. One step at a time. One in front of the other. I stood in front of him. He rested his arms on my shoulders as I started to sway.

"Now, Jessica. Please go back and si-"

I slapped him hard acrossed the face. A red mark forming quickly. Not the impression of a hand, but a red splotch. Growing stark against his semi tan skin.

"Don't you ever invade my privacy again. Do you understand? Never. Again."

I had my finger pointed right at his nose. So close I could scrach it. His eyes were wide, his hand slowly went to cup his cheek. I hobbled back over to my bed. He hadn't said anything. Just whatched me as I situated myself back on the bed. Once I was comfortable I stared right back at him.

"You never hit me before."

He removed his hand from his face and stared at his palm. So fixated on it. Like there was a hole slowly burning it's way through.

"Well, if your going to invade me like that get used to it."

I cross my arms over my chest. My breasts being pushed down by the force. Liam's face curves into a small smirk. He scoffs a little while shaking his head.

"Throughout all the years of school together. All the things I did to you. All the jokes, and the pranks. You never hit me."

A trip down memory lane sent my stomach in spins. I wrapped my hand around my belly. Trying to calm my nerves. I felt sick, very sick. Liam seemed to notice. He snapped out of his phase. He moved closer to me. I moved my hand over my mouth while still clutching my stomach.

"Are you alright?"

He sat next to me on the bed. I bent over, almost rolling into a ball. With as much will power I had, I willed my lunch down, shook my head, and pointed to the light blue bin next to my bed. Liam sat there for a moment, then realized what I asked. He leans and grabs the bin. He hands it to me and stays where he is. I didn't have the voice to tell him to leave. Because once I opened my mouth, it all came up. Hacking and coughing up every bit of food I've had today. Once I was finished I leaned back. Liam moved the bin to the side table and stood. He left the room.

The nurse came in smiling at me. Asking me how I was, if I was comfortable. I gave nods to her questions. Not having the power to speak. I was looking out the window not making eye contact.

"When is the doctor going to be done with my tests?"

I had been waiting for what felt like much longer than needed. The tests should have taken 2 to 3 hours at most.

"Well Doctor Scott isn't a expert in your..... sistuation. So he transferred all your information and requests to your new docter."

I gave her a pointing glare when she was about to speak out loud of my 'sistuation' whitch, I think is why she said what she did.

So that's why it was taking so long. The information was being transferred, so then the tests would be done soon. I hope. I need to get out of here. Go home. Take a little break. I nod to the nurse and she leaves the room. I grab my laptop and begin some work.

While I was working, lost in thought. Making new designs. A faint knock was on the door. I shut my laptop so only a crack was left open. The screen going black.

My new doctor game in. She was Hispanic with brown chocolate eyes. Her smile was warm and welcoming. Her accent was thick but I could understand her. Her hair was black and up in a loose bun. I began to collect ideas for a wardrobe for her. I have this natural instinct to create clothes for individuals.

"Hello Miss Holmes. I am Doctor Angilc. Dr. Scott's has told me everything. He also told me you prefer for it not to be mentioned out loud. I read you loud and clear."

She smiled at me sitting down in the rolling stool coming my way. I nodded and strolled my eyes over her. My eyes stoped on her stomach.

"How far are you?"

She looked down and smiled. She patted her stomach than grabbed my clipboard.

"I'm 6 months. Now enough about me. We need to discuss down plans. Then you can go home a free woman."

I have always loved children. Knowing that I never had the loving mother I deserved. I always ask about the pregnancy. I was lost in the plains of thoughts, but when she made the comment about a free woman my eyes widened. Should she be saying that?

Nonetheless we began our plan. Talking appointments, checkups, and medicine. Before I knew it I was sighning out of the hospital and Ryan was taking me home. He stopped in front of my condo and let me out. He drove around to park the car. I walked into my home. Turning the lights on. Throwing my purse on the couch. Dropping my phone and laptop on the kitchen island. Looking around, I go to the master to take a shower.

After my shower I began to cook some food. I was hungry. Hospital food is not good or filling. I decided on burgers. It's been awhile since I had burgers. I had just seasoned the meat and put the platter on the counter. I looked around the empty home and sighed.

"I want to move."