Chapter 12
As he walked through the door, his heart leapt into his mouth. She lay on the bed, sleeping like an angel, tubes connected to her through her arms. For the first time in years, tears welled up in Sawyers eyes. He hated to see her like this. After several minutes he finally realised there was someone else in the room with them. A nurse stood next to her bed, checking her vitals.
"Hello Sir. Are you here to visit Ana?" Sawyer watched the nurse for a few momnets before replying.
"Y-yeah. I-is she gonna be alright?" The nurse finished her work before wandering over to Sawyer.
"She is extreamely dehydrated mr?" Sawyer had to think for a moment before remembering to answer her question.
"Ford."
"Mr Ford. We have her on some drips at the moment to rehydrate her. Apart from that she seems to be alright. We have stitched up her wound on her side properly, someone had already looked at it but not to our standard." The woman said with a pompus smile. "We also bandaged it up. She should be alright, we are expecting her to wake up by tonight." Sawyer looked at Ana, helpless and weak. Suddenly Sawyers mind clicked.
"What about the baby? Is the baby alright?" The nurse looked at him blankly.
"Mr Ford. We had no idea that she was even pregnant. Are you sure that she is?" Sawyer's heart beat loudly in his chest. She had to be. His mind sighed in fear he could lose the child he might not have even had in the first place.
"She is." He stated. He had no doubt in his mind that he would become a father.
"We shall run some tests Mr Ford, an ultrasound maybe. We shall let you know for definate if she is pregnant and if the baby is in fact alright." The nurse smiled at him before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her. Sawyer strolled nervously over to the bed, reaching it, he lowered his hand to Ana's head to brush her hair from her face. The deep cut on her forehead brought tears to his eyes, her beautiful face covered in scratches, cuts and bruises. The door opened and Sawyer pulled back his hand like it had been bitten.
"Sawyer?" He turned at the sound of his name to see Jack standing in the doorway.
"Hey there Jacko. How've ya been?" Jack smiled at the southerner.
"Not too bad, I was just coming to check on Ana. I had no idea where you were. I wanted to stay with Kate but sigh I couldn't leave Ana alone." Sawyer shared a grateful look with Jack.
"Thanks mate. How's Kate." Jack looked at his hands as his feet shifted. Sawyer regretted mentioning it.
"They don't know if she'll make it. She has major head traumer, they put her in intensive care." His voice dropped a level as his heart sank. Sawyer stolled to his side and patted his shoulder.
"Don' worry Doc. She'll be fine, jus' you watch." Jack smiled gratefully at his new found friend.
"I'd better go back to her now that you're here to keep an eye on Ana." Saywer put a hand to his shoulder as he turned to leave the room.
"Good luck Doc." Jack left the room closing the door behind him and leaving Sawyer once more with Ana. He couldn't help but be grateful that Ana wasn't in the state as Kate. He sat down next to Ana's bed, took her hand in his, and prepared for what could be a very long wait.
Hours past, and Sawyer had sat with Ana's hand in his for the entire time. He sighed. He just wished deep down that she would wake up, wake up and be alright. She moaned ever so slightly, her fingers twitching in his. He shot up from his seat on her bed and awaited her akakening.
"Ana? Are you awake?" His eyes watched her intently. Her eyelids fluttered but yet she still did not awaken from her slumber. Her raven hair curled around her shoulders just how Sawyer liked it.
"Sawyer?" She moaned, her eyes finally fluttered weakly open, her dark skin was now paled. Sawyer's grin widened the size of his face. His angel had came back to him once more, and he couldn't be more grateful.
"Thank god your alright chica. Had me worried there for a moment." She smiled weakly, meeting his goofy grin. She pulled her hand from his, gently resting it on her stomach. Her eyes glanced up to meet his.
"Sawyer, is the baby alright?"
