We argued. Not for the first time either. And I never got round to apologizing. I guess it's too late now. I just hope he sees it the way I do. Was over something really silly, something really small and insignificant.
Now I'm lying here, not knowing if I'm gonna make it through the day or not. But will he want to see me? After this morning I simply don't know.
Will he forgive me for speaking so out of turn? Do I want this baby? So many questions just flying around I don't know which I should answer, or even think abut answering. All I know is this is serious, and I want him here, all things forgotten. Just need someone to hold my hand... tell me everything's going to be Ok.
It all happened so fast. One minute I was on my house rounds, seeing to this guy. Then, out of the blue, the tree outside fell, right onto the house. We couldn't get out fast enough, and so now we're trapped, and noone knows how we're getting out of this one.
I pick up a stone, and attempt to throw it, get some attention. Voices. I can hear voices, shouting. I can hear an smooth american accent. One that I recognise...It's James.. and it's getting nearer.
"There's one over here... And she's alive!" James shouted, making his way through the sea of debris. He slowly made his way over, and was shocked at what he saw.
"Jill... wha.. what are.. how come?" He asked, slightly confused.
"Long story. I think we've got enough time" She replied, managing a weak smile.
"How are you feeling. Tell me exactly where it hurts" He asked, searching through his bag.
"My leg.. and my stomach."
"Ok.. We're going to get you out I..."
"James.. I'm pregnant. We weren't going to tell anybody until we knew everything's ok" She waited for his response, but he smiled.
"Wow.. congratulations. I promise I'm going to do everything I can for you both" He smiled, feeling for a pulse.
"Gordon.. He'll be.. He'll be getting worried" She said, taking in a sharp breath as James looked ato ways in which they were going to get her out.
"It's ok... Frankies trying to contact him now. He'll be here soon" James said, his soft american accent providing a comfort.
"We argued.. what if he's still angry with me?" She asked, knowing that'd be a while before he turned up.
"How can he be? Jill he can't be angry with you. I promise. Whatever it is it'll all be forgotten."
"Really?"
"Really. He'll be so concerned for you he'll have forgotten what happened." He said. Looking behind him as Frankie approached.
"I've managed to talk to Dr Ormerod.. he's on his way. I haven't told him. Didn't think it was right. Anything I can do?" He asked nervously.
"Yes. Hold this" James said, giving him a litre of saline.
"Can you point to where it hurts the most?" James asked, watching Jill's every move. She slowly lifted her hand, and pointed.
"Ok. What about your neck and back?" He asked, again watching curiously.
"They're ok. I can move my head, and my back doesn't hurt" She said, resisting the urge to scream out, but failing.
"Where is he?" She said through gritted teeth, the pain now becoming too much. James dug into his bag, and shook his head.
"I'm going to give you this.. should help with the pain. Frankie.. you carry anything stronger?" Frankie shook his head hesitantly.
"Ok. We'll have to improvise. Frankie.. can you get what you have. I need bandages, painkillers, and saline. Now!" He said, raising his voice slightly. Frankien nodded and ran out, clambering over the bricks and other debris that lay in his way. He turned his attention back to Jill.
"Where is he? James??" Jill asked, the tears beginning to fall.
"It's ok. He's on his way. Won't be long now. I need you to try and stay calm for me"
Calm? How am I meant to stay calm? Like trying to achieve the impossible. Everything hurts so much, it's completely taking over me. I need him. I actually really do. I trust James. I hardly know him but still...I trust him completely. We both do. Me and baby...