OK, after this one, there's only two more chapters. I'm wrapping this up -
and please don't kill me until after you've read the ending. Oh, did I
mention that they are already written and I will post faster with - yes,
you guessed it - feedback! ;)
This one's kinda slow, so I'm posting 27 & 28 together - but if you want
the ending - tell me what you think!
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'They haven't told me yet, but I know. I know what happened. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that I lost that baby. They won't even tell me if I'm going to be okay. No one has been into see me - not even Michael - since I woke up. Except that nurse who looks like she hasn't slept in about a year. And I can only see her when I occasionally wake up. I don't want to go back to sleep - but I think it's the anesthetic wearing off. Either that or I'm dying. Wouldn't that be about right. To die, right now. Humph.
Now I hear that nurse saying something about low blood pressure and some other medical jargon that I just don't understand. I feel like I'm getting better - but what do I know? I can't even remember most of my life. It's coming to me slowly, names like Francie, Will, but I have no clue who they are. I think it will come soon and I want to tell Michael that I can remember more and more, but he's not here.'
"Mi---" Sydney's weak attempt to speak comes out as an almost silent, jumbled whisper as she slips back into unconsciousness.
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'They haven't told me yet, but I know. I know what happened. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that I lost that baby. They won't even tell me if I'm going to be okay. No one has been into see me - not even Michael - since I woke up. Except that nurse who looks like she hasn't slept in about a year. And I can only see her when I occasionally wake up. I don't want to go back to sleep - but I think it's the anesthetic wearing off. Either that or I'm dying. Wouldn't that be about right. To die, right now. Humph.
Now I hear that nurse saying something about low blood pressure and some other medical jargon that I just don't understand. I feel like I'm getting better - but what do I know? I can't even remember most of my life. It's coming to me slowly, names like Francie, Will, but I have no clue who they are. I think it will come soon and I want to tell Michael that I can remember more and more, but he's not here.'
"Mi---" Sydney's weak attempt to speak comes out as an almost silent, jumbled whisper as she slips back into unconsciousness.
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