Kane's P.O.V.
I was exhausted, my body was weak, and I wanted to do nothing more than throw up my intestines. I was frightened and afraid for my life and to be honest, I just wanted this to be a dream. Wake up and be back in Mark's arms, safe and protected from anything and everything. I watched the ceiling as I laid in my hospital room, hooked up to machines, with nurses taking my vitals. I could hear Mark, Teddy, and Vince talking outside and I could only guess they were talking about me. I then felt a sharp pain in my stomach, causing me to cry out. Mark came rushing in not two seconds later. The nurses tried to make him leave as doctors tended to me.
"Someone tell me what the hell is wrong with me!" I scream as more doctors come in to hold me down. I'm then injected with a syringe and everything began to fade.
"Just sleep, sir. You'll feel better when you wake up." To what seemed like an eternity later, I cracked open my eyes. I looked and saw Mark sitting in a chair beside me, asleep. I tried to move but groaned when I did, causing Mark to wake up.
"You okay, bro?" I looked over at him and chuckled lightly.
"Sorry to wake you." He shook his head and took my hand in his.
"It's okay. How you feeling?" My smile fell as I stared at him with worry in my eyes.
"Mark…what's wrong with me?" He looked down and I tightened my grip on his hand, causing him to look back up at me.
"What…the hell is wrong with me, Mark? Tell me." I demanded, tears filling my eyes. He scooted closer and stared at me.
"Kane…The doctors did a certain test on you." My eyes narrow as he tries to find the confidence to tell me.
"They think…you're with child." I blinked, staring at him.
"I'm sorry, come again?" He dropped his head and ran a hand over his face.
"I know, I know. That's what I said."
"But I can't be. It's impossible, I-…Jesus, someone please tell me I'm dreaming." He looked up at me and stroked my head.
"They said that one in every 10 men are impregnated every year. It's possible."
"No, it's not! I…" I took a deep breath and turned over on my side, facing away from him.
"I can't be…" I murmured, a tear slipping down my cheek. I stayed silent and Mark figured that was his cue to leave and stood up.
"I'll go talk with the doctor. I'll let you know what's up." He kissed my head and walked out, leaving me to fume in my anger at Eric. He may be in prison but he isn't sorry for what he did. And I swear, by my hands, he will see how much trauma he's caused me…and possibly my unborn child.