Where you belong

Where you belong chapter 4

Where you belong.

Chapter 4.

I'm not sure how long I slept, but it sure felt like forever. Opening my eyes was slow at first, and my eyes were crusted filled, crunching apart with my efforts. I looked about my room, it was dark and empty. My baby hadn't returned yet, and I sat up quickly to press the call button for the nurse. "Yes? How can we help you?" a nurse replied through the speaker on my bed, "Um, my baby. She's not here, can I have her please?" I asked uncertainly into the tiny speaker.

She pressed the answer button back, but I didn't hear her speak. Hmm...ok? Still nothing. "Hello? My baby please?" I said once she let go and she replied but her voice had changed, "One minute please, I'll send your nurse right in." and that was it I guess I had to sit and wait. Maybe ten minutes later a nurse showed up, one I haven't seen before. She strode in my room and then stopped just before my bed, with the weirdest expression her face, one I just couldn't make out. I cocked my head inquisitively and was just about to say something, when she made an attempt to speak. "Um..." and that was it that odd look never leaving her face. I was utterly perplexed, she didn't have my baby with her, "Are you bringing me my baby? Where is she? Is she still getting her hearing tested?"

The nurse crinkled her brows, while she stared at me like what I had just said made no sense what so ever. I was getting more and more uneasy by the moment and it was bubbling up to the point of no return, "Look, I don't know what the hell your problem is, but where the hell is my baby?" I spat tired of this game she was playing. The darkness inside me growing gaining speed, it took over my mouth and my heart, and she stepped forward and said, "Honey, the baby left with her parents thus morning."

What?

I shook my head like my ears had water in them, incessantly shaking my head "What?" my hands held out in front of me palms facing her, held into a loose formation of hold on a minute, stop what your doing. "What the hell did you just say? Her parents? I'm her mother!" the nurses eyes rose high on her tight face and she took a step forward towards me her hands defensive like mine, and then something like shock passed through her features, and she stepped backwards.

"Listen lady this better be a fucking joke! Where is my baby?" I shouted my chest was pounding with ferocious thuds of fear from my heart. I was drowning. The darkness finally consuming me, taking control ripping the reins from my grasp, leaving in its wake deep lacerations. "I don't know what's going on here-Oh," she said, drawing the last part out like something significant occurred to her, and she turned quickly on her heels, and left my room.

The lacerations, were laced with darkness, a poison so profound it propelled me right out of my bed. I ripped the covers off and landed on the ground fully intending to go after this nurse. As I stood I felt the blood pour down my legs, and it caused me to slip and nearly crack my head on the cold hard tiled hospital floors. Immediately righting myself, panic flooding me entirely, I ran after the nurse, "Hey! Hey! Stop where is my baby! I want my baby now!" she didn't stop, but she turned around, and saw me coming after her. A look of pure terror incased her face and she sprinted forward, to the nurses station desk, alerting another nurse there. The other nurse's head shot up and she too leapt out of her chair. But she slammed her hand down on the desk, and then an alarm sounded. The nurse whom I had chased disappeared and the nurse who had been sitting sprinted towards me.

"Calm down! Calm down! Go back to your room!" she shouted as she came at me a look of anxiety and determination plastered onto her face, and she charged right at me grabbing my arms as I shot them out flailing them into the air before me. "No! Where's my baby! She said some people took her home! I want my baby! NOW!" I screamed into her face and the nurse clamped harder on my upper arms squeezing them, shaking me, not listening to anything I was saying. She just kept shouting "Go back to your room! CALM DOWN NOW!" I couldn't calm down, now I felt crazy, sick, driven by fear darkness and pure terror. What was happening? Why wont they listen to me? I struggled with the nurse trying to push by her, screaming for help, but she never once faltered. Suddenly I felt such pain such sick twisted blazing hot pain, in my stomach as I dove to the side and back. I new I had to have ripped open my cesarean stitches.