"Shut up," he tells her, walking toward me.
“Don’t touch me.” I lean against the wall for support. “How long, Cohen? How long?”
“Come on, Sin, can we just sit down and talk about this?”
“No.” I can hear my voice vibrating off the walls. “I don’t wanna talk about shit. I just want to know how long.”
“A year.”
A response is stuck in my throat. A year. He's been fucking this woman for a year. She's pregnant, about as far as I am, maybe a few months behind. I see light spots, and I know I have to get the fuck out of here. If I don't, I'll kill him, I'll kill them both and myself in the process.
“I love you, Sinclair. Please. This is a mistake.”
The woman growls, launching at him, but I turn my back to them and wobble out. I make it through the open plan and down the lift.
"Are you alright, miss?" someone asks me, but they're a blur, and it feels like the sounds around me are in an echo.
I stumble through the rotating doors to my car, which is parked out front. I hear shouting behind me and I know it's him, Cohen. That lying, cheating asshole. I fumble with the fob and manage to get into my car and lock the door. I lean against the steering wheel to get my bearing. He knocks at my window. I cannot make out what he's saying. All I know is that I have to get away from here. Away from him. Away from her. I feel the pain in my pelvis again, and I shriek. I look at his face, and it's twisted and distorted in panic. His hands are covered in blood. He shows it to me. I turn the key and speed off. I can barely see where I am going, but I know that as long as I keep moving forward, I will be all right. I push down hard on the accelerator toward the entrance ramp to the highway. I know Cohen, so I know he'll be close behind me.
Once I am on the highway, I'll be able to lose him in the morning traffic. The light specks make me dizzy, and the morning sun blinds me. I swerve to be met with a hard surface. I bounce off the barrier and catch my breath. I keep moving. The horns of cars sound behind me. I need to get away from it all. I press down on the gas and speed forward. I don't realize I'm in the oncoming lane until it's too late. The truck tries to swerve, I try to brake, the world stands still, just two vehicles trying to prevent the inevitable, and then we collide, and I feel my body move around my car, my hands flying everywhere. My baby, is the last thought I have before I plummet into nothingness.
* * *
I open my eyes an inch,and the fluorescent light causes me to instantly shut them. My mouth hurts, so does my throat.
“Sinclair.” I frown. I don’t know that voice.
There’s a buzzing in my ear.
“Sinclair.”
“Yes.” I croak. My eyes are heavy.
“I’m Doctor Finch. Can you open your eyes for me?”
I hadn’t realized they were shut in the first place. I try to focus on the voice of the man talking to me, but I drift off every few seconds.
“Where am I?” It hurts when I speak.
“You’re in a hospital. I’m taking care of you.”
"Hospital," I repeat the words. "What-what happened?"
“You had an accident, you’re okay now.”
I nod, trying to think about what he said. I had an accident. I don't remember an accident. I don't - remember.
“You can rest now. I’ll be here when you wake up again.”
"Sin."His voice is warm and comforting. I feel like curling up against it and drifting off. I open my eyes, and Cohen looks down at me. "Hey, beautiful." His head is cocked to the side. I smile or attempt to, and he squeezes my hand. "Co…" He drops to his knees beside me. Tears fall freely from his eyes.
“I am so sorry. God, I thought I lost you.”
“What happened? The last thing I remember is the test. It was positive, right?”
He looks confused, his eyes searching mine. “The test?”
“The pregnancy test,” I manage. I start coughing at the exertion.
