Ashley could see the flashing lights but she was too weak to move or even shout. She could faintly hear people yelling but her brain couldn't process what they were saying so it came out as blurs.
"Ashley can you hear me?" a police officer asked.
"Yes" she replied weakly.
"Are you in any pain?" she asked.
"No" Ashley said.
"Ok I need you to stay awake" she said.
"I don't think I can" she replied.
"Let's keep you talking" she said.
"My baby what about my baby?" Ashley asked.
"Where going to do everything we can to make sure you and your baby are alright" she said. "how far along are you"
"7 months" Ashley replied.
"Your husband called us and told us everything don't worry we'll get you out of here and John will be at the hospital when you get there" the officer said.
"I want John" Ashley said.
"So have you decided on a name yet?"
"Logan Anthony for a boy and either Isabella Michelle or Avery Rayne for a girl" Ashley replied.
She was having trouble keeping here eyes open by now.
"Come on Ashley you need to stay awake" the officer said.
Ashley tried to respond by her eyelids were too heavy she couldn't even lift them up anymore. She was slowly slipping into the blackness. If this is what dying felt like it totally sucked.
"We need to get her out of here now" The police officer yelled.
Ashley could feel herself being pulled out of the car and twice she managed to open her eyes a little but nothing could be seen so she just kept them closed. She could hear people shouting orders and beeping. All she could think about was her missing out on various aspects of her children's lives. Such as Gracie's first date she would be needed to keep John from murdering the boy who asked his little girl out. Or when Talon started school. Frankie being able to have whole conversations and her sweet little Christian they had just signed him up for soccer she would never see him play a game. What about the baby she was carrying now would he or she be able to survive? Would it be a boy or a girl, would he or she inherit the cute little dimples John had when he smiled. Or Christian's impish grin. The thought that killed her was not being able to see John again or tell him she loved him one more time.
Beep… Beep… Beep would be the last thing she would ever hear.