"Is she going to be ok?" I heard my husband asked.
"Yes she will, but the baby won't." a male voice said.
"Baby?" Oliver asked.
Of course he didn't know. I was going to tell him over dinner. Crap how long have I've been wherever the hell I am?
"She was pregnant but due to the car accident the baby died." The male voice said.
What? My baby is dead?! No! I already failed as a mother and the baby didn't get a chance to live!
"Oh my gosh." Oliver said sounding upset.
"I leave you alone. Your wife should be awake soon." The male voice said.
"Ok doctor." Oliver said.
Doctor? Well, I guess I'm in a hospital.
"Lilly." Oliver said as he grabbed my hand.
I have to say something. I tried to just same his name, but nothing came out.
"Guys! Come in here! She's moving her mouth!" Oliver exclaimed.
I heard some footsteps run in.
"Lilly!" I heard Miley exclaimed.
"My baby." I heard mom said.
"Miley, where did Eric go?" Oliver asked.
"He said he was fed up waiting in the hospital. So I broke up with him." Miley said.
"Good for you, he was jerk." Oliver said.
"Anyways, so Lilly moved her mouth." Miley said.
"Yeah it was like she was trying to say something." Oliver said.
Come on eyes open up so everyone will know I'm ok now. Come on open.
"Mr. Oken?" the doctor asked.
"Yes?" Oliver asked.
"When your wife wakes up, we want her to see a psychologist because of the accident." He said.
"Ok." Oliver said.
I heard footsteps walked out.
I tried to open my eyes.
First thing I saw was blurs of white light. Then blurs of things in the room.
"Her eyes are opening!" Oliver exclaimed, I could see his blur.
My eyes started to focus more. Finally I could I see everything perfectly.
Next I had to speak.
"Oliver." I finally said.
"Lilly!" everyone exclaimed.
Oliver gave me a kiss on the lips.
It was then I saw the damage. My left arm was in a cast. I had bandage around my chest/stomach and around my forehead. I had stitches on my hands and right arm.
"Can someone hand me a mirror please? I have to see what's wrong with my face." I said.
Miley got a mirror from her purse and handed it to me. I saw I had scratches and bruises all over my face including stitches on my left cheek. I then handed the mirror back to Miley.
"How long have a I been here?" I asked.
"3 days." Oliver told me.
"Where did my mom go?" I asked.
"Tell the doctor you're awake." Oliver said.
It was then my mom came in followed by a man.
"Hello Mrs. Oken, I'm Dr. Green. I'm a psychologist here to talk to you alone." He said.
I nodded as everyone else walked out. He sat in the chair Oliver had been sitting in.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Lillian Anne Oken." I said.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"27 years old." I said.
"Who are you parents?" he asked.
"Heather and Todd Truscott, but they're divorced." I said.
"Who is your husband?" he asked.
"Oliver Oscar Oken." I said.
"Who is your best friend?" he asked.
"Miley Ray Stewart." I said.
"Ok so tell me about what you remember about the accident." He said.
My mind flashed back.
I had been driving home from the doctor's office that night. I was going to make dinner for Oliver and tell him that we were going to have a baby. It was raining hard and getting hard to see. It got so bad that I drove through a stop sign.
Next thing was I heard a car beep. I turned my head to see where it was coming and saw bright lights coming toward me. The lights came closer and closer until I couldn't see beyond them. I screamed and said a quick prayer and then it all went black.
"That's all I remember." I said.
"I have the reports on what happen to you when the cars collided." He said.
"Ok." I said.
"You banged you head hard which explains the bruises, scratches, stitches, and bandage. Your hands were all scratched up. You got one cut and many bruises from your seatbelt. Your left arm got jammed which resulted in getting broken. You lost a lot of blood, but thankfully Miss Stewart had the same blood type as you. And of course, your car was totaled." He told me.
Miley gave me her blood? Wow she is a wonderful friend.
"Oh, how much do I have to pay to the other driver?" I asked.
"Thankfully, the other person wasn't hurt that bad. Just a few scratches and bruises. They agreed not to press charges." He told me.
"Now I'm going to do some tests." He added.
I nodded. He picked up a small flashlight. He turned it on and shined it in my eyes.
My mind went back to the car's light. I screamed and closed my eyes.
"It's over Mrs. Oken, I turned the light off." He said.
I opened my eyes and noticed that he had turned it off.
Next he pulled something out, he pressed the object and it made a honking sound.
It again took me back to that night, so I screamed.
"Ok, that's enough. I'll be right back." He said.
He walked out and when he came back in, Oliver, Miley, and my mom followed.
"What is it?" Oliver asked.
"Because of the accident, Mrs. Oken has developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." He told us.
"Can she get better?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, in time. I'll leave you alone, here's some information on it." He told us as he handed some stuff to Oliver and then left.
Oliver sat on my bed.
"Lilly-Pop, I'm so sorry." Oliver said.
"It's not your fault, it's mine. I shouldn't have run a stop sign." I said.
"You couldn't see." Oliver reminded me.
"Plus I killed our baby!" I cried.
"Lilly, it wasn't your fault. It was raining way too hard." Oliver told me.
My mom came and sat on my other side. She started stroking my hair.
"Try and get some sleep baby girl." She said calmly.
I laid down on the pillow and closed my eyes. Oliver started singing a sweet lullaby to help get me to sleep. Soon enough I drifted off to sleep.