Women that say No ll

Chapter 16

"Give her some room! She's coming to, just don't move her." I heard the familiar voice of Angela shouting to the hysterical crowd of concerned people. Even though I couldn't move much and the excruciating streaks of pain were attacking me left and right. I could identify voices and my mother and father were still screaming, yelling, and swearing only this time blaming one another for this accident. I felt Angela on the side of me running her hands through my hair as she continued to pray and assure me that I was going to be okay.

The whole while, I  was slowly coming to and the realization that the pain I was experiencing was coming from my stomach, back, and head hit me harder than the physical hit.

Instantly I began to panic! I didn't give a damn about anything else but why I was feeling pains in the pit of my stomach. I wanted it to stop! I attempted to lift myself off of the ground but Angela yelped for me to stay still the ambulance was on the way. The only thing that settled me was the faint sound of the ambulance.

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The monitor beeping would be a cliche way to describe the scenery when I awoke in the hospital bed. But it was and the scent of sanitation and sanitizer was a strong confirmation. Only, this time I was alone in the darkness of the dimly lit room that was struck like a match with the green reflection of the breathing machines and heart monitors humming in a soothing falsetto.

Looking at my wrist with the band I read my name and date of birth, feeling as if I had been in a coma. I was in the icu section. And not just any icu section but the ones that the mothers went to give birth. The belly I once had was no longer firm or inflated. My heart flew into a frenzy and I could tell because the numbers on the blood pressure and heart machine flew threw the room. The pain I was feeling was no match for the level of anxiety and fear I was experiencing!

Just as my bare feet touched the bare floor I fell out drowning in my own tears. And it wasn't for the fall but actually for the pain that I was no longer pregnant and the babies were no where in sight! The number of questions that were flowing through my mind right now were incredible.

Soon the fluster of nurses rushed in attempting to reposition me into the bed and make sure I was okay. But the only question I continued to ask was "where are my babies!!?" I could tell they were intentionally ignoring my demand to know, but when my mother appeared to the door of my hospital room, her facial expression said it all.

It was as if I couldn't breathe and was experiencing some form of a heart attack. My mind wouldn't let me process the thought of what was happening but the silence for responses led me to the notion. I just kept screaming "I want my babies I want my babies, no, no ,no!" As the doctor who had entered shortly after made the decision to put me under to stabilize. Yet and still I was screaming in a chant at this point give me my babies I want them where are they!" Before being stuck with a needle and collapsing into a deep sleep that I barely remember.

The sun greeted my eyes as I attempted to open them. I raised my right hand to shield my eyes setting sights on the running I.v in my hand reminding me that I was in the hospital.

Suddenly the thick curtains said goodbye to the window and I realized my mother was the culprit to initiate it.

"Good morning baby." She managed to hurtle and from the tone of her voice it hit me like a sack of bricks that what I may have thought was a bad dream, really wasn't. I quickly ran my hand down to my stomach in which was deflating like a balloon and as much as I wanted to cry I had to ask before the tears flooded and made me unable to speak.

"Where are my babies?" I softly asked surprising myself of just how settled my voice came out.

My mother walked over to me placing her hand on mine. I could see she had on the same thing as the day I was knocked over and she looked as if she hadn't showered in forever. Bags were plagued underneath her eyes and her once beautiful natural hair looked a mess. She didn't have to say a thing I already knew turning away and silently allowing the tears to flush my face. But it was unbearable, I let out a howl whimpering and sobbing as my mother wrapped her arms around me.