Chapter 29
Rosalie POV
The nurse helped me sit up, my entire body ached from the pains of my injuries, and my jaw was still from suspending the top of my mouth from my severed tongue. She made gentle noises as I struggled to stay sitting up, it just hurt so much.
My hand rested on my belly, seeking comfort from the fetus that lie nestled within me. I rubbed over my stomach, while I struggled to stay in the position.
"The doctor said that you're going to be released soon, the baby is healthy—and you're recovering very well for what you've been put through." The nurse said as she rubbed her hand soothingly across my back.
"I have nowhere to go…" I said, I looked out the window, it was completely black outside, so I saw nothing but my own pitiful reflection in the glass.
"Dr. Cullen said that his son would be here to pick you up in the morning, he said that he's very upset that he hasn't been allowed to see you; when I told him the news that you'd be released in the morning, he was absolutely ecstatic." When she looked at my face, she clucked sadly. "Rosalie, it's not your fault that everything that's happened, you shouldn't blame yourself for anything that's happened in the past few weeks." She said.
I turned on her, my temper flaring, "Don't you dare tell me about anything! You have no right to say the things to me that you have been for the weeks I've been here! You're a nurse, not my mother, or my therapist, so I suggest that you keep your opinions to yourself and watch yourself!" I snarled, pushing her away from me, I couldn't bare her pity and mothering nature.
She looked at me, anger flaring in her eyes too; but she held her tongue, knowing that she'd get into trouble if she spoke back to me in the tone I had just spoke to her in. I felt a pang of guilt for snapping at her the way I did, but I didn't apologize for what I had said.
"Go away," I said, my voice quivering. I looked away from her and felt the warmth of my tear flowing down my face. I heard her almost silent footsteps fade away as she left the room, and closed the door with a sharp click that made me flinch with the finality sound of it. I sat back to quickly, and my body tightened in pain.
Tears fell down my face as pain racked my body, and my sadness mounted until I started sobbing, my cries echoed back at me from the hospital room, making me even more lonely.
Emmett POV
My mother had jumped for joy when I had told her the news, and my father had warned me that Rosalie couldn't take any medication because she was pregnant and it would harm the baby; so I would have to be prepared to be extra cared for. Father said that he'd take over my work and I would have as much time as I needed to take care of Rosalie.
I thanked my father and had left for the hospital to pick her up that following morning. She had spent four weeks in the hospital, finally being well enough to come home, but they had to do emergency surgery to stop the internal bleeding that had occurred, so the possibility of loosing the baby has risen because of that—but they told me not mention that to Rosalie, that might affect her recovery and stress her out.
I hadn't promised anything, because I thought Rosalie deserved the right to know that she may loose the baby.
It would kill me if the child that was between me and Rosalie died, but sometimes you just can't help these things when they happen. They had also said that Rosalie was born with a damaged reproduction system, and the possibility of her conceiving again were slim to none. I felt a pang of loss when they told me that, but had accepted it nonetheless. I would love Rosalie no matter what, even if she couldn't ever give me children.
She was all I needed.
I took a deep breathe when I saw the hospital doors opened.
My heart soared when I saw my love.
