Seriously, what the fuck is that?
I attempt to open my eyes, but my eyelids are heavy. A groan tears from my throat, causing nausea to roll in my stomach.
“It’s okay, hon. Try not to move too much,” an unfamiliar voice says next to me.
Now my eyes do fly open, weighted eyelids be damned.
A slightly older woman stands beside me in pink scrubs, her hands warm against my arm as she pushes liquid into an IV.
“What…” I lick my lips again, my throat hoarse and sore. “What happened?”
Her brown eyes are soft as she looks at me and smiles gently, almost sympathetically. “A doctor will be here soon to explain everything. I’ve just given you some anti-nausea medication to help with the side effects of the morphine.”
Morphine?
I look around the room, taking stock of my surroundings. White walls, white ceilings, white sheets.
I’m in the hospital, that much is obvious. But why?
I attempt to sit up, but a gasp rips from my throat as pain shoots through my abdomen.
“Don’t try to move, Daisy,” the nurse says again, her hand still resting on my arm.
I frown at her use of my name.
“Is Killian here?”
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No. A lady by the name of Charlie brought you in a few hours ago. She had to leave but she said she would be back to check in on you.”
Suddenly, it all comes rushing back.
The wedding.
The bridal suite.
The pregnancy test.
The blood.
I roll my head toward the kind lady. “The baby?”
She lets out a sad breath, her thumb rubbing reassuring circles on my arm as her eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry, hon. Let me get the doctor and she can explain everything.”
My chin trembles and tears flood my eyes as she rushes from the room, leaving me alone.
The door opens again and this time, a woman in her fifties walks into the room with a clipboard tucked under her arm. She’s dressed in a white doctor’s coat; her grey hair pulled back in a tight bun.
She’s no where near as warm as the nurse was.
“Daisy, I’m doctor Alice Redmond. I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.”
My eyes are blank as I stare at her, waiting for her to explain what I already know.
She takes a deep breath and pulls her clipboard from under her arm. “You were brought in by your friend.Unfortunately, you were unconscious on arrival due to the amount of blood you lost. We performed an abdominal ultrasound, and we found a large internal bleed compatible with a tubal rupture. You were taken to surgery immediately, where we had to remove your right fallopian tube and ovary.”
Blood rushes in my ears, louder with every word she says. My chest rises and falls faster as breathing becomes harder and the beeping to my left quickens as my heart works double time in my chest.
I thought I was prepared for what she was about to tell me.
