Chapter 3
I headed back to the ER in time to see the doctors and nurses wheel Lily out of the trauma room. They were swift and speedy but at the request of Dr. Carmichael they stopped and I was able to see the sheet covered form on the gurney.
She was so pale against the pure white of the sheet. She had a tube down her throat that climbed up to a machine that filtered oxygen through her body. My eyes moved to her stomach. She didn't look like she was pregnant, but the fetal monitor attached to her abdomen indicated otherwise. I could see the strong heartbeat out her baby. My baby. Our baby.
"Lil," I whispered in her ear. "You have to pull through this. You have to. The baby needs you. I need you."
"We have to go," one of the doctors voice said.
I placed a kiss on her forehead before the doctors wheeled Lily off towards the elevator. The doors closed and my waiting began.
At first I prayed. I prayed for our baby. I prayed for Lily. I prayed that everything would be okay. My heart was being ripped in so many different directions at one that I didn't know who to turn to, who to trust. I was lost in my sea of emotions with my head bobbing up and down in the water.
Next week I plan on having a version of the conception of the baby up but I may need to have this story classified as R from now on if that happens. What do you think? Please review. I am sorry this was so short but that was the best I could do without going into an R-rated piece.
