Page 41 of Lost in Me

“How is she?” I ask in a low, shaky voice. I am honestly afraid to hear the fucking answer. I see her, and she is bruised and still not awake.

Every second that goes by with her eyes closed makes me lose my mind even more. All of this is making me lose my fucking mind.

“The results looked promising. The doctor will be in soon to talk to you,” one of the nurses states, giving me a little but not much. I fucking hate this. I hate not knowing what is happening with her and my unborn child.

“Thank you,” I state softly as I lean forward and gentlytake Emory’s hand in mine. Wishing and praying she wakes up. I need her to wake up.

“Of course, let us know if you need anything,” the nurse states.

“I just need her,” I state calmly, answering more for myself than them.

The nurse nods, gives me a sad smile, and leaves the room. I can hear people walking by. Each person who walks by makes my heart sink. I just want to know what the fuck is happening. I just want to know if Emory and our unborn child are going to be okay.

Ethan makes his way to the other side of the bed. He takes a seat and reaches out, grabbing her other hand in his. We both sit in silence as we wait for the doctor to come in.

It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like fucking hours.

I look up and see the doctor walk in. I lean back in the chair but keep my hands holding Emory’s, afraid to let her go. I will never let her go again.

The doctor stops at the end of her bed. Ethan and I both look at him, waiting to hear whatever news he has.

“Emory and the baby are doing much better. It looks very promising,” the doctor states in a hopeful voice, but I can see the concern in his eyes.

“Then why hasn’t she woken up?” Ethan asks for me. Both of us need to know.

“The trauma to her head was violent. The brain is healing, and in time, she might wake up,” the doctor answers, looking at me.

“Might? What do you mean, might?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“Shawn, I have no idea why she is still alive or how the baby is still alive, but she is fighting. They both are. All we can do is wait and hope she wakes up,” the doctor says in a sad buthopeful voice.

“That’s it?” Ethan asks, his anger starting to come to the surface.

“I’m sorry, but there is nothing more I can do. It has been said that it helps if loved ones talk to patients who are in a coma. Maybe that will bring her back. I can’t make any promises. I’m sorry.” He looks at Emory for a moment, then turns and walks back out the door.

I am fucking pissed, but not at him. None of this was supposed to happen.

I turn and lean into Emory. I release one of my hands from hers and lift it up gently, placing the back of my hand against her cheek.

“Please, Angel, come back to me. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. Please don’t leave.” I let more tears escape my eyes.

I look up at Ethan. I watch his own tears roll down his face as he looks at Emory.

She has to make it. They both do. Because honestly, I will die without either of them.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Shawn

One Week Later

I slowly and gently get onto the bed, pulling Emory into my arms. I gently place her against my chest and rest my chin on her head. I can feel my heart racing.

I look over at Ethan. He is leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone. He has been in charge of selling the mansion, and the others have been spending time packing everything and getting ready to move into the new house.

I found the perfect house right outside the city. It is placed right on the swap. The house is smaller than the mansion but still big enough that our family can continue to grow. At first, I didn’t want to make any decisions without Emory, but Ethan thought it would be good to have everything ready when she wakes up.

I agree with that. The last thing she will want to do is go back into the mansion, and I don’t blame her. Jesse took it away from both of us, but I have found a way to regain the power. There are no memories of Jesse in the new house, and by the end of today, everything should be moved out and brought to the new house. Everything will be unpacked except for the baby’s room because I know she will want to put everything in its place.

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