Page 30 of Love Me Again

"He was in a plane crash and fractured his skull, which caused him to lose his memory. He can't remember the last four years."

"Right," Dr Davies looks at the nurse. "Call down and arrange an emergency CT scan." She nods and walks out of the room. "Cole, it sounds like you're having a panic attack. You're okay. I need you to focus on your breathing for me, okay?"

"A panic attack?" Josh inquires.

"Yes, it isverycommon for patients who suffer trauma to the head to have episodes of panic, especially if they're suffering from amnesia. The stabbing headaches and dizzy spells are all common signs, but I want to do a scanto make sure nothing was overlooked. Do you happen to know if he's had any form of therapy following the incident?"

Josh shakes his head with a shrug. "I'm not sure."

"PTSD often follows after a traumatic head injury. His Doctor would have recommended he speaks to someone. I'm going to assumethathe hasn't. Cole, we're going to head down and have my colleague take a little look at your head, okay?" He explains, and I shake my head, rocking back and forth.

"No. I'm not leaving until I know they're okay." I pant, squeezing my eyes shut, willing the ache in my heart to stop squeezing the life out of me.

"His wife was brought in with cramps and bleeding," Josh answers him.

"You mean Shayla? I wasjustwith her. Your wife is fine Cole, she and the baby are both going to be fine. We'llhave to keep a close eye on them both the next few weeks." I open my eyes and look at him, and a slow breath of relief escapes me. "Too much stress can trigger off early labour, which is why she was cramping. She's still only twenty-nine weeks pregnant, so we need to keep the baby in for as long as possible so its respiratory system can develop and become stronger. We've given her some medication, which has stopped the labour for now. It's vital for her and the babythatshe stays away from stress."

"What about the blood?" Josh asks, and Dr Davies looks at him.

"It happens in the third trimester. There's nothing to be concerned about. The walls are thinning in her womb as the baby grows and her body prepares for birth. We've done all the necessary checks, both Mum and baby are perfectly fine and healthy. As I said, you must keep her away from stress to avoid triggering early labour." He explains, and I rub my temples. "Now, let's have you checked out, okay?" I nod and allow him to help me up to my feet and hiss when another pain shoots through my skull.

"I'll come with you. Ijustneed to tell Aimee." Josh says as I walk over to the wheelchair they brought in for me and sat before I lean over and curl my trembling fingers in my hair.

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Once Josh comes back,they wheel me down to the neurology department. Doctor Bennet comes inas they prepare me for the scan. "Cole, what's happened, son?"

I lift my eyes to him and stare vacantly. "I feel like someone is driving a knife into my brain. Please make it stop. I can't take it. My head feels like it's about to implode."

"All right, let's take a look, and we can give you something for the pain." I nod and close my eyes, leaning forward. I feel another surge of panic when my chest gets all tight again.

"I want you to have my babies..."

"Cole, hey, take some deep breaths for me, son." Doctor Bennet instructs as he lays me down on the table. And I try, Ido, but each breath I took hurt so fucking much. "Stay still for me, okay? It will be over in a couple of minutes." I hear him say as he walks out of the room, and the table starts to move until my head was inside the machine.

What was happening to me?

The machine's groans make my headache unpleasantly, and I feel sick to my stomach.

"All right, Cole, it's all done. You can get dressed." I hear Doctor Bennet's voice echo in the room as the table moves again. I stare up at the ceiling motionlessly.

"Jason, what is going on?!"

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Gulfstream Golf 650 Echo Romeo. Engine failure, we are in an uncontrolled dive, descending at thirty-one thousand feet. We're declaring an emergency. We are heading to the nearest airport."

"Negative Gulfstream Golf 650 Echo Romeo. You're too far out to the nearest airport..."

"Sir, we're going to crash. Please go back to your seat, strap in tight, and brace for impact."

"Oh my god..."

I gasp and sit upbreathless. "Cole, deep breath's son, slow deep breaths."

"What's happening," I whisper.

"Cole, talk to me, tell me what's going on?" Doctor Bennet asks, watching me.

I shake my head.

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