Torment

I woke up quickly. Quicker than I would have liked. The fluorescent lights made my head spin. I closed my eyes tightly as a wave of nausea came over me. When the nausea passed, I opened my eyes slowly. It was still a bit hard to keep my eyes open. I blinked a few times. I looked around, noticing I had been moved to a different room. Brendon was slouched in a chair, sleeping.

I wondered how long I had been out for and I looked around the room, trying to find a clock. It was 2 a.m. I looked around anxiously, for any sign that would let me know whether or not anyone had touched me between 12 and 1. But there was nothing. I wished Brendon was awake. He would probably tell me if something had happened.

Then I was wondering where my son was. I wanted to see him. I instantly felt worried when thinking about him. He had not cried when he was out of me. I didn't even know if he was okay. I really wanted Brendon to wake up.

As if he could hear my thoughts, Brendon stirred, sitting up straighter. I watched as he opened his eyes slowly before rubbing them. He yawned loudly before finally looking in my direction.

"Ava!" he said, standing up and coming to my side. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said. "How long have I been out?"

"Several hours," he said. "You've been out since the birth."

"Oh," I said. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah," said Brendon, smiling. I could tell he was lying. "Everyone's fine."

I sighed.

"Can you just tell me the truth Brendon," I said. "I know you're lying."

"Well, your doctor died about an hour ago," Brendon said. I had been worried that something like this would happen. "He came in, and he wanted to check your vitals. And as soon as he touched you he had some kind of fit...And he just died. Instantly. No one could do anything."

"Oh," I said. "And what about my baby? Where's Ryan?"

Brendon looked away now.

"They don't know if he's going to make it," Brendon said. "When he came out, he wasn't breathing. They have him breathing now, but all of his vitals are very weak."

I suddenly felt empty inside. My baby could die. I wanted to see my father, because if it was my baby's time to die already, my father would be the one to do it.