The beeping was killing me. It was so annoying worse than my alarm clock. But the sound of another beeping was drowning out the other. Like music to my ears. My body was weak but I had to figure
out what it was. I felt….weird. My chest ached horribly. My throat burned making me open give a silent groan. I forced my eyes to open, to look around. My eyed roamed over the small room. I felt
little teeth nibbling on my fingers. I expected to see the little Landon chewing on my finger but it was Asher. Asher. Emmy’ son. I lifted my hand to gently stroke his head. He looked at me
and smiled. “Auntie.” He smiled looking at me. I wanted to smile and tell him I loved him but I couldn’t. Why couldn’t I talk? I looked over to the couch to see Emmy sitting there her face in a
book. “Mommy ook Auntie.” Emmy looked at Asher than at me.
“Oh my god. Ryan you’re up.” Her face broke into a broad grin. “Doctor! Doctor she’s up! She’s up!” She called into the hallway. She ran back to me as I looked at her not knowing what the hell was
going on. “Ryan thank god you’re up.” She smiled putting a hair of hair behind my ear. I tried to say something but I started to choke. Asher’s eyes went wide before he started to cry. My chest
ached as I choked for breath. My heart monitor started to go crazy as I fought for breath. A doctor walked in.
“Ah Miss Banks good to see you up finally. I’m your doctor.” He smiled at me. I gave him a look as I fought to breathe through the breathing tube. “Ryan can you cough for me so I could get this
tube out for you.” I did what I was told to do. I coughed as he pulled the tube out of the throat. I coughed rapidly trying to get the feeling of the tube. “Okay Ryan do you know where you are
right now?” He asked me shining a light in my eyes.
“The hospital.” I whispered looking around the room. My chest was aching horribly.
“Yes, you are in the hospital. Do you know what happened?” He asked. I looked down nodding my head gently as I felt tears starting to roll down my face. “Can you tell me?” I looked up at him.
“Tanner’s dead.” I whispered. Emmy sat down next to me.
“What are you talking about Ryan? Tanner isn’t dead.” I looked at her confused.
“Daddy said he was dead.” I shook my head as the doctor got me a cup of ice cold water.
“Here,” He said handing me the cup. Emmy helped me take a drink. I almost moaned as the coldness slid down the burning of my throat.
“He isn’t dead. Not that we know of. The marines should be getting there soon. They might even be there now. Tanner’s a fighter. He will get through this.” She smiled gently as Asher reached for
me. I looked down at my baby bump. It wasn’t big like it was when Dad told me Tanner was dead. It was smaller, yet bigger than when the Marines visited.
“What do you remember from when you were sleeping? Did anything happen? Anything?” I closed my eyes and nodded. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“I was in the hospital and really pregnant. My dad told me that Tanner was dead. That he was never coming back. How could I think of that? He could be dead. I-I-I had to go to his funeral. I
watched my brother hand me the folded flag. I felt the cold fabric on my finger tips. I watched they bury him. I watched him leave.” I took a deep shaky breath. “Then I was at Owen’s house. But it
was my house too. I was married to the guy that raped. I watched my daughter grown up in the arms of my nightmare. I couldn’t believe my self. I had a son. A little baby boy. His name was Landon.
He looked just like Owen. Just like Asher. Everything was perfect. The little girl looked so much like Tanner. She had his eyes, his smile, his hair, and his cheek bones. She was perfect. She
is perfect. I know my daughter when she is born will grow up to be just like her. I can tell. A little Bailey. Just like Tanner’s daughter.” I smiled putting a hand on top of the sensor. A baby
monitor sensor. I looked at the machine sitting next to me and the lines coming out of it. Emmy just sat there not knowing what to say.
“They people can have a dream when they are in a coma. I think that people are just sleeping so they could have a dream or a nightmare. Maybe both. That is what I believe.” He smiled before looking
at the baby’s heart rate, MY baby’s heart rate. I looked at him.
“Is that my baby?” I asked him looking up at him. He looked at me quickly than back at the page. TJ walked into the room rubbing his newly shaved head. He had a sad look on his face till he looked
at me. His face lit up.
“Ryan you’re up.” He smiled at me. I gave him a weak smile.
“Yeah TJ I am up.” I looked back at the doctor as he looked through all of the papers. TJ sat down next to me taking Asher on his lap holding him as Emmy went to go get some well needed sleep. “Doc
is something wrong?” I asked him. He looked up at me than looking back at the screen.
“I want to say no, but I think something is wrong with the baby. I want you to say here while I go get an ultra sound machine.” He said putting the paper down before walking out as fast as he
could. The only thing I could think about was,
What is wrong with my baby?.......
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