Jonathon paced in the waiting room.  He had called the police, and they’d caught Vincent. Why didn’t I call them when I found her three weeks ago? He asked himself over and over. Elizabeth had a seizure when the knife pierced her skin, and he didn’t know anything else. The doctors wouldn’t tell him anything. He’d tried getting a hold of her mom, but she’d moved to Europe. 

            “Mr. James?” a business like voice asked. 

            Jonathon turned towards the doctor. “How is she?”

            “She’s doing as well as can be expected.   We’ve stopped the bleeding.”

            “Thank God!” Jonathon exclaimed, silently thanking God in his head.

            “Yes, well, Ms. Martin has had a lot of drama recently. We’re not sure how well the baby will be…” The doctor droned on.

            Jonathon mind was stuck on the word “baby.” A baby? She didn’t! He groaned silently. No Lizzie! You ignored my advice…well, you kicked her out…whatever…maybe he pressured—threatened her again…Maybe she’s in love with h— Jonathon’s thoughts stopped when he felt a hand on his arm. “She’s asking for you,” the doctor said kindly.

            “I can see her?” Jonathon asked.

            “Yes, since she has no close relatives anywhere close by, you’re it.”

            The doctor guided Jonathon to a small white room. Jonathon was relieved that there were minimal tubes and needles. He walked up beside her bed and looked down at her. She’s pregnant…with a maniac’s baby! No, she can’t be. The doctor said she was, his mind argued back. God? How can this be happening? I think I’m re-falling in love with Lizzie. She’s so wrong for me— How do you know? A soft voice asked. Jonathon jerked and looked around. Who said that? He wondered. Jonathon, trust and follow Me. Jonathon silently nodded as two tears feel onto Elizabeth’s face. She didn’t move. Jonathon bent and gently kissed her forehead. He rose and brushed the hair off of her face lovingly. 

            Elizabeth moved slightly. “J.T.?” she mumbled.

            “Yeah, b—Lizzie, it’s me.”

            “V-Vincent…he t-tried t-to k-kill—”

            “…you. I know, Lizzie—”

            “N-No…he wanted t-to k-kill y-y-you.”

            “Are you sure?” Jonathon asked skeptically.

            “Sí, señor,” she joked softly. “I’m g-glad h-he d-didn’t. I-I’d m-miss you,” she said trying to smile.

            “Y-you saved my l-life,” Jonathon said shocked.

            Elizabeth smiled weakly. “Yeah, I-I guess I did…”

            “Why?” Jonathon interrupted.

            “You’re my friend…What kind of friend would I be, if I let h-him k-kill y-y-y—” Elizabeth shivered, not being able to finish.

            Jonathon put his arms around her, “It’s OK. Lizzie, he’s behind bars…he won’t hurt you ever again.” Not if I have anything to say about it, Jonathon thought.

            You’re lying, Elizabeth Joy Martin, through your teeth too. No, I can’t be in love with him. He only sees me as a friend, if that. Plus, he deserves better. Lizzie sat silently in his arms, loving the feeling.  She felt right. Safe. Loved. Where did that come from?  She wondered. It’ll soon be over, she comforted herself. Like that makes me feel better, Lizzie thought disgusted. “Jonathon?” Lizzie asked looking into his eyes. The warmth and caring there almost made her lose her nerve. “You’ve probably have already been told, but…I want to tell you. I’m pregnant.” She steeled herself, waiting for the explosion or something, but Jonathon just pulled her close again.