Cry Me A River.

Chapter 2.

I woke up to the sound of soft chattering and a rhythmic beeping. I groaned before opening my eyes and seeing a dull, suffocating white wall, with hospital equipment everywhere. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my whole body, and I let out a raspy yell of pain, and a Doctor with a nurse walked in, looking over at me. The nurse glanced at me with a look of disgust. I scoffed silently. The Doctor smiled softly at me, before walking up to my bed, saying, "I see you're awake. I'd like to discuss your injuries with you and what happened that night," I nodded, fumbling with my hands. "I see that you were pregnant, correct?" The Doctor asked my politely as the nurse checked up on my bandages. I nodded quickly before saying, "I went into labor, and I was trying to yell out for help, and he was standing outside and he came in, and helped me..I-I thought he would've took us to the hospital or something- but, he-he stabbed me..and ran out the back door." I began to weep, remembering looking at her little face, and her first cry. He nodded before scribbling down some notes. He looked back up and me and smiled softly before asking, "I'm so sorry to hear that, we will put out flyers of the man. Do you remember what he looked like?" I looked up quickly, "Yes, he uhm- he had on-" I paused. What did he look like? I was in too much pain to remember. I held my head, "It's alright, take your time." The Doctor smiled. I smiled back, "I remember he had a white hood..he..." My eyes widened slightly, remember his horrible disfigured face. "He...had a carved in smile." I teared up. The Docter frowned, "Remember, take your time." He went back to smiling. "He also had black rings..around his eyes." The nurse gasped and the Docter has a bead of sweat drop down his forehead. I got confused. Why are they so nervous all of the sudden? "You..You're saying you survived Jeffery?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as they checked me up and gave me a quick smile before leaving. Jeff the Killer, what a pathetic nickname for a mass-murderer. I'm sure my poor baby doesn't stand a chance with him. I'll just have to pray for the best...
I woke up to a slightly dark room, the lights of the machines bouncing off of the walls and back at me. It was anonymously quiet...I looked out the covered up window and saw there was no light coming in, it's night. I pulled my sheets up with all my might and glanced under my gown, looking at the stab wound.
It was bad, but I'm sure I should be out of here in no-time..I was filled with determination and I will find my baby. Even if she is dead or not. She, is, my, child. I glared at the ceiling before I decided to sleep again, the TV had nothing exciting on it anyways.