Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction// vii.

"We had to do a blood transfer and we found astonishing levels of HCG."
"Wow! How you think her body handled that?"

"HCG is also a natural protein hormone. That, in contrast with new blood, did her body great. Full recovery in process with no permanent cerebal damage. She'll be conscious soo-"

My eyes flutter open at the voices and the conversation took an abrupt hiatus. I part my dry, painfully cracked lips and speak before my mind had the chance to think. "What's going on?"

Two women in lab coats hovered over me, bulging eyes through their glasses. One of them that grasped their clipboard tight between her breasts smiled, "Hi! How are you?"

I sit up to stretch, but IV attachments mildly pulls on my skin and I shoot the clipboard lady a look. "Um.. I'm good. Could be better," I lick my lips and rest back. "Fuckin' head is killin' me."

"My name is Dr. Luiz. You had an incident, Diamond." The clipboard lady spoke.  "Concussion, fractured nose –"

"Where's Terry?!" I blurt. I couldn't care less. My memories rushed back on me and I rose back up in a frenzy.

"Woah, take it easy, ma'am!" The other woman rest her hands on my shoulder and slightly pushes me back. I rip from her grasp. Without any delay, I scream out in reference to T, "Where the fuck is my boyfriend?"

"A man named Marcel, I take it?"

"No! Marcel's my boyfriend but Terry is– I - Fuck, it's complicated as hell." I shook my head for a moment to recollect my memory and thoughts. My mind was in scrambles. "I had an affair with Terry. He's my ex. But Marcel is..."

"No need for the stories, ma'am." She stops me in my almost frenzied state. "You've been in a coma for three weeks."

Three. Fucking. Weeks. "Three weeks?" I repeat.

"Marcel has been reprimanded for his actions and a legal team will visit you later to discuss further on this. I can't speak to you on legality. But, Terry was found with a non fatal gunshot wound to his thigh. He was discharged a couple weeks ago." Dr. Luiz smile and her crow's feet become visible to the eye, "Nevertheless, he's been visiting and praying for you every day. That boy loves you, chica."

I took a deep breath. "Then, where the hell is he?"

"Waiting room. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes, please." I sigh.

Dr. Luiz pivoted on her heel and marched her way out. The other younger looking woman of mocha colored skin, gave me a weary look and followed the doctor. I glance over to my left where shelves of magazines were in reflecting plastic castings. The reflection staring back on my own was nearly unrecognizable and I gasped.

My head was ridden of the weave and kinked cornrows poked under the layers of white bandages, stained sparsely of old blood. My lips' natural color had faded and gave them a dusty look of pallor. Bags sat under my blackened eyes and I felt a tear run down my face.

Not knowing how long I was in a disturbed trance with my new look, the creaking of the wooden hospital door knocked me back to my spatial senses. I adjust uncomfortably and face toward my guest.

In came Terry, held by two metal crutches and his jet black eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when they caught my stare.

I've never seen an disabled man move so quickly in my life and within second, I was in his warm embrace. Tears flooded my eyes and I squeeze him tight, afraid if I were to loosen my grip he'll disappear. I break out in a stiffened sob. Within seconds, I let go, letting tears fall and soak my hospital gown. I even couldn't form coherent sentence, every word turning into a sob.

"I'm so fucking glad you're okay... You're okay.." Terry whispered, after minutes of my lengthy hug.

He broke the hug, rising up with the help of one crutch. The other, falling to the ground. "Did you hear the news?"

I shook my head, even unaware of what he's talking about, wiping the stinging tears off of my cheeks.

"You pregnant, Diamond. And they believe the baby's going to carry full term healthy."

My heart drops and my smile fades. I couldn't take care of myself nevertheless a baby, how am I going to ever survive? I too a long pause, gathering my thoughts "W-who they think is the dad?"

He grabs my hand and cusp it with both of his hand. T leans down to firmly kiss my middle finger and gently massages my knuckles. "Either which way it goes, I'll be with you and support you through the whole way. You know what I'm sayin'? Now I have to get an actual house," He snickers and gives me another kiss on the hand. "I love you, Diamond Mackenzie. You are my rock, my world, my fuckin' everything."

I tuck in my lips to hold in a sob of passion. Joy. I firnly believe I was having a baby with the man I truly loved, regardless of the true paternal DNA. "I love you too." I say, with all confidence.

"Daddy Terry doesn't have a bad ring to it, do it?"

I give a half smile. "N-no.. It fits you good actually."

"You been sleep for weeks and you still look tired." Terry chuckled and rests his large hand on my shoulder. "I'm goin' to give you time to think about what you wanna do."

"What you mean?"

"Like you wanting to keep it. The baby. No pressure. You never gave me feedback."

"I... Want to." I say, averting eye contact as I feel my face dramatically heat up in a blush.

"Atta girl." He smile. "Imma let you get some rest forreal, baby. I'll come back later, I got some custos on the east waitin' for me."

Terry leans down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him on the twin sized hospital bed, melting in the deepened kiss. His hand wonders and feels up the gown, sending renowned and arousing sparks radiating throughout my entire body as his fingertips finds my clit. I moan under my breath.

I reach down through the space between our bodies and squeeze lightly on the hardened bulge of his dick. He suddenly breaks the kiss and glares at me.

"Don't make me rip them IVs and fuck the shit out you right in this catholic ass hospital, Diamond." He growled, "You startin' something you can't finish."

I smirk and run my hands up and down his shaft. "Get up off me, then."

Fighting the lustrous temptation like that, T rips off of me and catches his balance on the nearby wall. He bends to grab his crutches.

"I'll be back later, I love you." He says firmly. Without another word, he crutches out the room, leaving incapacitated me speechless.