Chapter Two
EMILY POV
I only remember flashes after that. Bright lights. Sirens. Shadows and silhouettes. Pain and numbness.
Then there were memories coming in-between the flashes. I tried to keep my eyes open as much and as long as I could, but it wasn't working. I didn't have the strength. Plus, when I was asleep I didn't feel the pain of breathing. Of blinking. Of squinting to try and make out figures and my surroundings.
When my eyes opened for the final time, I heard the bearing of a heart monitor, which really was not helping my migraine. Neither were the bright lights. Everything else was blurred, including the three figures standing over me.
I opened my mouth to ask them what was going on, but it was too dry and nothing came out but a small whimper when even that small movement sent pains through my body.
"Look who's awake," I heard Clyde say. I matched his voice to the dark form on my right, but there was still someone next to and across from him.
"Hello, Emily," said the voice on my left. "My name is doctor McBride. Do you know where you are?"
"W-what?" I muttered, trying to get out the statement "what happened?" But it obviously wasn't working.
"A drunk driver missed a red light," said the final voice, who I now recognized as Sean. "Got the car pretty bad."
"You have a concussion and a few broken ribs, but you should be fine," said the doctor.
"Nothing you haven't dealt with before," I heard Clyde joke, but then they were silent.
"T-th-there's something you're n-not telling m-me," I stuttered.
They all shared a look before Clyde turned to me again.
"Emily, you're pregnant."