I awoke to a bright light shining in my eyes. I groaned, moving my arm to block it. I forced my eyes open, then sat straight up—a decision I regretted immediately from the throbbing pain that escalated to a screeching stabbing in my head. Where was I?

I looked around my surroundings. A dotted blue and white wall surrounded me, with a creamish colored curtain on one side. I was laying on a bed, and their was a beeping—a hospital? I was…

"Boromir!" I cried out. He had to be here! That was why I had gone to Middle Earth—to find him—wasn't it? I heard a gasp on the other side of the curtain, and it was yanked aside to reveal my mother.

"Tessa!" she squealed, "You're awake! How do you feel honey?

"Harold!" She yelled into the hall, "Tessa's awake!" I heard a commotion in the hall and my father entered the room.

"Hey there, honey." He said warmly, "How are you?"

I nodded, "I'm…I'll live." I couldn't tell them about Boromir, or my heartbreak at losing him. I know that they wouldn't understand what had happened.

Another man appeared in the door. "Ah, Miss Ohtar. I'm glad to see you're awake." He turned to my parents. "Would you mind if I had a few minutes alone with her?"

They nodded, and backed out of the room. "I'm glad to see you feeling better, honey." My mother called as she shut the door.

The doctor smiled benevolently as he turned back to face me. So, Miss Ohtar—"

"Please," I interrupted him, "Call me Tessa."

He nodded. "Tessa. Umm, did you know that you are expecting?"

"I'm what!?" I shrieked.

"That's what I thought." he said. "You're just a few weeks into you're pregnancy. We discovered the fetus—"

"Baby," I murmured automatically.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Baby," I repeated, "not fetus.

"Right," he agreed condescendingly, "baby. We found the baby during one of the checks."

"How can I be…pregnant?!" My tone changed mid-sentence as I realized what had happened. "Boromir!" The wheels in my head were turning. If our child was real, then couldn't that mean he was real to?

"My…were there any other people involved besides the driver of the other car?" I demanded of him.

"Yes, a middle-aged man," he said, "but who's…Boromir?"

"I shook my head, "A guy. Where is he now? I need to see him. Do you know where he is?"

The doctor grimaced. "Miss, I don't think that's such a…"

"I don't care what you think!" I growled, "I need to see him. NOW!"

He put his hands up defensively. "OK young lady. Don't get all riled up. He's here, don't worry. I'll comply to your requests—but just this once." He helped my up, and five minutes later, we were making our way down the hospital hall.

Heartsings: Thank-you! That makes me feel special! :D 'Good work…' it sounds so nice! I have good work! starts singing the hallelujah chorus, much to surrounding people's chagrin. and thank-you for pointing out my lack of detail—I have a bad habit of abbreviating everything. I worked on putting more info in chapter 2, and I'm going to work on chapter 3 too. Hopefully this chapter is a little better. :)

Amanda Ayers: Yay! Did you hear that everybody? I'm good! stands up and starts dancing around room like crazy maniac. I'm so happy now! Thank-you. And, thank-you for saying that you didn't see that coming—maybe there's some hope for my surprise writing after all! :P