Fall into my verse By. T.T Tower

Final

Heat licked the top of my head and as I hit the button, cool air breezed through my hair… wait…hair? Touching my head, I laughed. It worked! It really worked! Not able to hold back my excitement, I moved my arms around, the buttery feel of my joints delighted me like no other. Taking a deep breath in, I welcomed fresh air, enjoying the feel of no pain… it certainly is amazing!

Without realizing I was still holding my breath, I let it out in a long and wonderful exaggerated sigh. As my eyes grazed over my surroundings, familiarity flooded my memory and I was pleased by what I saw. Briefly glancing down at my watch, my eyes widened in realization that I had put the exact date of when Zinnia died, instead of the day before. I face palmed… how could you be so stupid? I thought to myself. Shaking my head as I wondered how I managed to not only set it to the day she died, but managed to only give myself ten minutes before the incident happened.

“And that’s how I ended up coming to save you.” I said to Zinnia as I slid the body… well my other me’s body into the furnace. Turning towards her, I studied her expression closely, trying to decipher her feelings.

“I see…” She said, wearing a blank expression that was hard to read.

“I know it’s a lot to take in… I mean it sounds crazy…”

She nodded. “It does… but I’ve pretty much connected the dots from when I saw the body in the freezer and to the other you I saw and it just clicked… I knew something had to have been wrong with me, because I felt as if I were alive but wasn’t, like something was wrong and that I just didn’t belong.”

I gripped her shoulders and faced her towards me. “But you do! Our child does too.” My eyes watered, I didn’t want her to try and fix things, I wanted to be selfish and I wanted my family.

She smiled and touched my cheeks with her warm soft hands. Letting go of her shoulders, I melted into her warmth, the very thing I was denied of for so long. “I know and I appreciate it with all my heart… and for this child…” She touched her stomach and I found myself mimicking her movements as I placed my hand over hers. She looked up at me with meaningful eyes and I understood her gaze. No words needed to be said, we were both on the same page. No matter what happens this baby will live!

I slid her other hand from my cheek and grabbed onto them tightly. Before heading up the stairs, I grabbed the gun from the metal table. “It seems that the other dimensional me’s have the same idea… and if my theory is correct, they must have figured out that eating the other dimensional them can increase their life span by taking theirs. I had to test it out and didn’t feel the need to go too far a head in the future at first.”

“Is that what took you so long?”

I nodded my head, “In a way… yes. Since I’ve never used the dimension function, I didn’t know how it worked. Turns out if I were to jump there from here, I’d end up in the Same spot I was here in there… So I had to come back and go to the grave sight where you was suppose to be buried, I time skipped and then went to the dimension. Sadly enough tho, it over heats the watch and has a reboot time to where I’d have to wait for a cool down in order to use it. Fortunately for me, there was a return to beginning function for where I had originally left off at and I didn’t have to wait for the cool down. Unfortunately… I could only jump back three times, so I ended up in the time period of when you were in the hospital and it turns out that the cool down period extended because of that to about three weeks.”

She nodded, although I wasn’t sure of whether she truly understood it or not. “It seems you’ve created an unpredictable watch.”

I chuckled “Yeah… two people worked on it and each of us added in back up supports to keep the watch from malfunctioning and a way for it to learn to protect itself.”

“The future sounds crazy interesting.”

I nodded and our conversation ended as we stood by the window. “It seems that you’ve lead the other you’s to follow in your footsteps.”

“I had theories…”‘I began. “That I may have caught unwanted attention; from death; the gate keepers of time and space; and the threat of the alternate realities. There is one possibility that if the body that was taken from there and was sent here and then disappeared… it may destroy the timeline there and cause the you there to disappear.”

“How’d you figure that?”

“Because… that person I just killed was from the same dimensions. He could have simply rewinded and saved you like I did, but instead he came here…” I stared at the eyes in the woods “… And others may have come here too… to do the same thing.” She squeezed my hand tightly. “Don’t worry.” I said, readying my gun “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you and the baby safe.”

Part: 12

Viaje POV:

Hobbling down the hallway, smoke smothered my lungs. Covering my face as best I could, I hastily grabbed important folders and tossed them into the fire. Managing to go from room to room, when flashing blue and red lights decorated the walls and lit up the area like a rave party. Not long after, banging rang down the hall, followed by hurried footsteps. Not wasting anytime, I dashed to the backrooms, which held one of our testing rooms. Making sure that I input a code in that only I knew, was a bit tricky, my fingers shook ferociously as the frantic footsteps grew closer.

“Viaje! You stop right there!” An angry yet familiar voice bellowed out.

Keeping my focus solely on the machine and with only seconds to spare, I changed the code and stumbled in. The door slid shut just seconds before my attacker could slide through. His face twisted in anger and he began to bang ferociously against the bullet proof glass door. Catching my breath as I placed my free hand onto the cold and comforting metallic table, I couldn’t help but laugh. Watching with amusement as he shouted inaudible insults at me through the sound proof walls. After he mange to calm himself to think properly, he lifted up his arm, pulled back his sleeve and swiped at it. My arm began to buzz, on the first ring I answered. “Don’t think you can get away with this.” He smiled coyly. “And don’t think I didn’t see this coming.”

“Kid.” I said, happy to wipe the smile from his face. “I chose you to help me all these years for one reason and one reason only. Don’t think I did it because I actually trusted you.” I shook my head and glared at him. “Do you really think I would chose a sane person for an insane project such as this one? Do you really think I would ask help from someone who actually had a conscious?”

“Old man, You…” He began, a bit taken aback by my harsh words.

“I wanted to do this project without having the extra baggage of guilt and regrets. I didn’t want to leave here knowing I hurt someone dearly, so I chose you… you’re mind is beautiful and dark, corrupted but genius. I needed someone like you to aid me in this selfish mission of mines, so I could simply destroy it after I achieved what I wanted. I don’t have much time and I needed someone to accomplish what I couldn’t do by myself and you managed to do that in record time.” The kid opened his mouth to say something but I lifted my hand to stop him. “I made sure that each data was encrypted with corrupt files that would ultimately cause a massive computer crash and wipe clean of all my work. Anything you need is…” I pointed to my head, leaving my sentence open for him to guess.

The smile from his face did indeed fall. “Th~there is no way! The data I sent to everyone.”

I waved my hand and a hologram popped up, showing a warning sign. ‘Unauthorized access! Would you like to grant a pass? if not, virus will take affect in sixty seconds.’ I chuckled, bemused by my own carelessness “Unfortunately… I would have to physically go in and hit yes and also input an access code.” I shook my head “Could you imagine how I’d have to pop up out of my sleep, just to quickly authorize the access?! You’ve been quite busy selling my work haven’t cha?”

His face paled, all color draining from his face. We both understood that he’d have to face quite the angry crowd after this and that he’d owe a lot of people quite a hefty amount of money. Although he was a genius, he was still young and the greed for money can destroy anyone, as it wasn’t picky with its victims. “Y-you how did you…? And how did I…?” He mumbled inaudibly, sounding confused on how he missed such crucial signs.

“Like I said…” I coughed. “You’re indeed a genius and it wasn’t easy dancing around you… I played you and you played me and feeding your ego made it precisely that.”

“Made it what?” He asked in a daze.

“Easy.”

“B~but you messed up too…” He said dejected, while trying to think of something. “Old man…” He growled out, while pointing at me as if he found a light at the end of the tunnel. “What will happen if you fail huh?! If that watch doesn’t do what you say!?”

I practically laughed, until it turned into a cough. Reaching for my rag, I pulled it out of my pocket and covered my mouth as my body violently went into coughing fits. Finally able to catch my breath, I Looked down at my handkerchief, noticing my blood was covered in soot, the ashes had indeed invaded my lungs. I closed it and put it back into my pocket. “Well my child…” I said, continuing where I left off as I returned my gaze back onto him. “…I’d die and I’ll die either way, weather I’m out there or in here… I have nothing to live for and the only person I had ever loved was taken from me, along with my unborn child… a child I wasn’t even aware of and I regret that I took her love for granted, that I let my mind spiral and depression over take me…” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter, forgive this old man for rambling.”

Crack!

The sound of the ceiling cracking above, made me momentarily flinch as smoke began to bleed its way in.

A cough from the other end, along with frantic shouts that screamed that they should leave immediately, plagued my phone. “Like I said!…” The voice from the other end began through ragged breaths and fits of coughs. “I will not let you go so easily!” He turned to his men and pointed at the door. “Tear this door down!” His piercing brown eyes that looked almost black stared straight into mines “You hear me you old coot! You son of a…”

I hung up the phone and as the floor above me began to cave in, I rushed to set the date and time on my watch.

Part: 11

Because I hadn’t posted in a while, I’ll make it up to you guys with a longer part. Hope you enjoy!

Shocked and unable to think of what to say, other than “Wha~What’s wrong with me?” I felt so unlike myself that all I could do was cry out my frustrations. Putting my face into my hands, I let out all of my pent up emotions. Immediately his arms wrapped around me and I plummeted into his chest. He rubbed my back gently, trying to bring me comfort.

“There is nothing wrong with you…” He cooed “We will get this situated…”

“Situated?!” I pushed away from him, understanding that he was just trying to be helpful and yet I couldn’t help but take out my anger on him. “I Don’t think I can do this!” I yelled at him as I balled my fists “It’s too much…”

He grabbed my hand “For the baby… you can.”

I opened my mouth to say something but unable to find the words, because I knew he was right. Just then the doctor walked in. “We need to draw some blood and run some tests.” She said sternly. She eyed me cautiously then looked at my husband. “We will need to take some precautions first.” Seconds later, two male nurses came in behind her. Befuddled by the scene, I glanced over at my husband, hoping for an explanation.

He squeezed my hand and lifted it up. I watched as the doctor took a step back. “Don’t worry doc.” Viaje said.

“She should be restrained, why did you…?” She trailed off.

“It’s okay doc. Promise.”

I looked at her and tried to give a reassuring smile. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but whatever it is, I’m totally back to myself.”

The doctor blinked and took a few hesitating steps towards me. She popped out her flashlight from her pocket and cautiously flashed it into my eyes. Wincing at the light, but trying my best to keep them open for her, I patiently waited for it to end. “Eyes are dilating fine.” She clicked it off and went to retrieve some tools. “I will go ahead and take some blood samples, are you going to be okay with that?” I nodded in response, allowing her to do her thing and leave.

While Viaje and I awaited for the results, we decided to watch some television to lighten the tension. Unable to focus on the tv as my mind wondered, I found myself thinking about how the doctor was acting moments ago and what exactly had happened while I was mentally checked out. Turning to Viaje, ready to ask him, when I stopped myself, something deep down within was not only curious but also afraid to know that answer. As I battled myself for who knows how long, the doctor finally came back in, with a shocked expression on her face. “Everything looks good… Her oxygen levels have returned to normal.” She scratched her head “You’re completely healthy, but we want to do at least a check up on the baby before we decide to discharge you.”

One of the nurses came in with a wheelchair and I hobbled up from off the bed and onto it with the help of my husband. We headed straight to my OB/GYN’s room. My nerves kicked in and my stomach churned, ready to relieve me of the breakfast I had from the suspense of knowing if my baby was okay. As soon as we went in, I laid across the table and lifted up my gown. She immediately rubbed my stomach with that uncomfortably cold ultrasound jelly, that I could never quite remember the name of. As she placed the tool on me to monitor my stomach, I couldn’t help but watch the nurse and study every muscle movement she made. Unfortunately the woman was a rock. Bitting my lip nervously, I looked back towards the monitor to see if I could see anything, but I drew a blank, I had no idea what it was I was looking at or where to look. When she stopped, I immediately placed my full attention onto her, hoping for a miracle. Then she smiled and I a gate of relief flooded open.

“It’s strange, but your baby has manage to grow and not only that but its heart is much stronger.” I placed my hand over my heart and let myself fall onto the table. Glancing up, the relief upon my husband’s face must have mirrored my own.

He looked down and smiled at me as he placed his hand over mines. “I told you everything is going to be fine.”

“With that being said.” My Gynecologist announced. “I will talk with your doctor and see if we can get you guys out of here.” She smiled reassuringly and I nodded happily.

When everything was said and done, they recommended that I stay, since I had a manic episode just previously and wanted to evaluate my psych. It was a lengthy process but Viaje managed to get us out of there.

Upon entering my home, I was happy to finally get back to a more normal routine. I hugged my bed and basked in the warmth of my home. Soon the days passed and I finally felt like me again but more importantly, my baby bump was becoming more and more noticeable.

As I slipped back into work and my normal life routine, it actually felt good for once… Until the end of the month hit and my mind started to haze over again. With my hazy mind, I began to see those dreadful eyes again and I also saw that odd man, who seemed to interestingly resemble my husband. “Dinner is ready.” Viaje said, shaking me from my thoughts and I happily sat down to eat. Food was grossing me out again but for some reason this meat he cooked, the same sent from the hospital, it didn’t make me feel so nauseous and it seemed to give me life again.

I eyed it curiously, it had a different taste than any meat I’ve ever tasted. “Honey…?”

“Hmm?”

“What is this?”

He looked at my plate for a second and then at his. “Its… it’s steak.”

I cocked my head to the side, something about his answer… just seemed to carry another meaning behind them. It were as if he was talking about his food instead of mine…

“Do you not like it?” He asked.

“No that’s not it… it’s just…” Just what? I thought, unable to answer my own question. “…Never mind.” I cut the meat and took a bite and just like that, my misty brain cleared.

As time went on, Viaje seemed to act strange as he spent a lot of time in the basement and what was even stranger, was that when he was done with the basement, he would lock it. Curious as to why, but a bit afraid of how he’d react if he knew how suspicious I was of whatever hobby he had picked up, since that hobby of his included blood.

Trying to find the time between work and his working hours to sneak into the basement, I had devised a plan to go home early, blaming it on my pregnancy. After arriving home from the long forty-five minute drive, I spared no time and walked straight to the drawer where I had seen him usually put the basement keys. Remembering what position they were in, I then grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Unlocking it I went inside. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, but I trudged on. Turning the lights on I studied the room around me, it was like a scene from a horror movie. There was a metal table, a drain, some cleaning supplies, dried blood and a few deep freezers. I furrowed my brows “How in the world did he get this down here without me noticing? Or rather when did he have time to do all of this?”

With a shaky breath I inched closer to one of the deep freezers. My hand began to shake nervously as I lifted up the deep freezer’s lid. My eyes widened in shock and I stumbled back onto my butt. The suspicion I had now coming to light. Forcing myself to get back up, I hurriedly left the basement. Locking it back, I trudged into the dining room and slammed into my husband. “Oh… y~you’re back early.”

He looked down at me, although quiet, his gaze said a thousand words. He took a step forward and I took a step back. “You’re…” I searched his haunting gaze. He grabbed my arms tightly, I wanted to move but I was frozen to my spot as my mind went blank.

Bang!

The sound of a gun going off made me jump, snapping me back to reality. I watched as his eyes momentarily widened, shocked by what had just transpired as his life flashed before his eyes. He coughed and blood splashed onto my face as his body went limp and clashed onto the floor. He clutched onto my arm but I yanked it free, looking up to see the person who had just killed him. My heart settled down and I smiled up at him in relief.

Part: 10

It opened its mouth and to my horror, it was just a gaping black hole. No teeth, no tongue, just an endless pit of darkness. It’s ghastly lips mouthed something but no sound came out. It’s long pale fingers, with blackened nails as long and sharp as a swords, extended towards me. Even though it was inaudible, I could tell it was calling me, beckoning me to come closer and no matter how much I fought against it, I couldn’t deny its call. A strange sense of peacefulness overtook me… no… an emptiness. My soul was drawn towards it like a moth to a flame, my mind went blank and my muscles went limp, the fight to stay away no longer plagued me as I welcomed its call. Reaching out, I…

Slamming back down to reality, I blinked. Something delicious was in my mouth and it didn’t bother me. Still in a haze, I chewed at it hungrily and opened my mouth, allowing my husband to stuff another piece of meat into it.

“Do you feel better now?” He looked at me worriedly.

Nodding my head, but unable to respond as hunger overcame me. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed the fork from his hands and plummeted into my plate. When I was finished, I burped in satisfaction. A sense of clarity washed over me, like a giant fan had blown away the fog within my mind. Suddenly aware that this dish was made by him, I couldn’t help but turn towards him and smile mischievously. “Was this especially made for Mua?”

He smirked. “Who else?”

“You cooked it yourself?”

“Why are you so shocked?” He chuckled. “ I cook…” I raised an eyebrow. “…sometimes…” I raised my other eyebrow. He laughed and shook his head “Alright… Alright.” He put up his hands in the air defensively, begging me to take it easy on him.

I chuckled “I’m just glad you aren’t the burn-the-house-down types.”

“Is that a compliment? Are you calling me a chief?” He said cheekily in mock surprise.

I hit his shoulder playfully and rubbed my belly. “Not trying to kill the mood.” I said. “D~Did I have another episode?” He froze for a brief second, then nodded. “H~how long?” He opened his mouth and averted his gaze. “Please be honest with me.” I said, knowing he was about to give me some excuse or lie.

He sighed and held my hand. “I told you I would come back the next day, but they stopped me and put you under, you had a pretty bad melt down…” He looked at me with eyes filled with tears, but a determination that screamed he’d do whatever it took to protect me, no matter the consequences. “…That was almost three weeks ago.”

Part: 9

“Here…” The doctor said, snapping me out of whatever trance I was in as she tossed the hospital nightgown towards me. “Put those on.” Scanning the room, I furrowed my brows. When did we get up here? “Are you alright?”

I nodded my head, trying to dismiss her concerned stares and got up to head to the bathroom. In my haze I couldn’t help but feel off… like everything was wrong. Putting on my clothes, I stared at my reflection. I look healthy. I thought to myself. Turning away to head out the door, but stopping, seeing something odd from the corner of my eyes. Looking in the mirror I noticed it was my arm, the vein in it began to turn a very dark purple then ink black. Freaking out, I watched in horror as it snaked up my arm. In my desperate attempts to shake it out, hoping it would go back to normal or something. Through my futile attempts, it made its way up to my face, I almost screamed as the black veins went into my eyes and turned them milky white. W~What’s going on? I backed up, when a stabbing pain shot into my stomach. Lifting my shirt, I saw more inky black veins. What’s going on? What’s going on? What’s going on? I thought desperately. I wanted to scream out, but the pain brought me to my knees and forced the scream to stay lodged in my throat. I opened my mouth again to try and call the doctor, when the pain stopped. Nervously checking my body, everything was back to normal.

Knock! knock!

“Is everything alright in there?”

Pushing myself to stand on shaky legs, I compose myself and then reached out to open the door. Forcing a smile on my face, “I’m fine.” I lied, deciding to not tell her for fear of what they might do.

Trudging toward the bed, I slid inside. The doctor clipped my finger inside of the finger pulse oximeter and my heart beat began beeping beside me. Laying back onto the pillow, I watched as she left. Bored, I turned on the tv and watched some shows till the room went dark and the televisions light blanketed the room with its fluorescents. With a tired sighed, I averted my gaze from the tv and turned to go to sleep. Feeling like I was being watched, I opened my eyes and saw someone propped up in the tree, just outside the window staring at me. My heart beat picked up the pace, yet oddly enough, I couldn’t hear the monitor beside me. Wanting to see what was wrong, but my body wouldn’t comply with my demands, forcing me to watch as that thing reached out slowly towards me. I should be safe behind the windo… my thoughts drifted away as terror turned my blood cold. It’s arm went straight through it and all I could do was open my mouth, stuck in a silent scream.

Part: 8

At that moment the world around me went silent and all I could hear was, ‘Yes… You’re dying.’ Nothing this doctor said made any sense, How could I be dying? I was always told I was pretty healthy. I stood up and looked down at my husband, cutting them both off from whatever conversation they were having. “This is ridiculous… Honey let’s go.”

“Ma’am…” the doctor stood up, trying to stop me. “For you and the baby… I’d advise you to stay, just until we figure out what’s going on…” I shook my head, about to cut her off, when the next thing she said stopped me dead in my tracks. “…There is no telling what could happen, if you leave now you could miscarry… or… you could both die.”

I paused, I’ve always had trouble conceiving and was really lucky to be given this chance… so why would I risk it all being stubborn? I rubbed my stomach, lost in thought when my husband placed his hand over mines. I looked into his eyes and as reluctant as he was too, he still reassured me that everything would be fine. “Don’t worry.” He said with a small smile. “Everything will be fine, I know exactly what to do, but I won’t be able to accompany you tonight.”

I furrowed my brows. “Why?”

“Do you trust me?” He leered down at me, his eyes searching. I nodded, to which he gave me a cheeky smile as he leaned down, giving me a quick kiss before turning back towards the doctor. “Please take care of her well.” The doctor agreed and beckoned for me to sit down while she went to go and get a room ready. I sat down and watched dejectedly as he strode away. A few moments later, the doctor was back with a wheelchair and beckoning me over to settle in. I got up and glided on over, taking my place inside the chair, I plopped down in it with a dreadful sigh. When she saw that my feet were placed atop the foot rests, she spun me around and pushed me towards the elevator. As we got on, I peered through the cracks of the slowly closing elevator doors and saw that same person whom had resembled my husband. He had his back turned away but when he shifted his head towards the side to talk to someone, I froze… because that man was my husband.

Part: 7

Zinnia POV:

As we got in the car, my nerves made me feel very nauseous, while my mind raced through many possibilities of what could be wrong with me. I stared out the window, anxiously biting my lip when I saw someone familiar. Unfortunately I couldn’t see them properly but they somehow reminded me of my husband. Chuckling to myself, I guess doppelgängers do exist.

“What’s so funny?” My husband asked.

I turned to him and shook my head. “Nothing, just a silly thought.”

He giggled. “What? What is it, you’ve piqued my curiosity.”

“Piqued?” I laughed “Since when did you start upping your vocabulary?”

He held a hand to his chest as if to show how hurt he was. “Are you calling me unsmart?”

“Unsmart?” I laughed even harder “That’s not even a word!”

Our laughter died down and he quickly glanced in my direction. “I’m glad to see that beautiful smile of yours.” He said. I grinned and playfully hit his arm, thankful for the change in atmosphere.

Grabbing his hand, I gently massaged little circles on the back of it, lost in thought of what I had seen just a few moment ago. “You know…” I said, trying to think of a way to say this without sounding crazy. “It was weird… that person I saw back there… looked a lot like you.” His hand tensed up for a second before relaxing back into mines. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing up at him curiously. Studying his handsome features, I tried reading his expression to see if I could understand why he had reacted like that.

“Nothing.” He mumbled. Getting a bit agitated and tired of being left in the dark, I opened my mouth to say something when he cut me off. “Let’s head inside, we’re here.”

Annoyed, yet distracted by my nerves clawing it’s way up into my veins and giving me anxiety as I stood in front of the hospital. A warm and gentle hand grabbed mines and I squeezed them back. He was just as worried as I was but tried to contain it in order to keep me calm and I appreciated that, for I wouldn’t have known what to do if he wasn’t here beside me. We walked in and waited the long dreadful wait to see a doctor. When one finally came, we followed closely behind and sat in the treatment room. She asked me questions about my symptoms and I answered honestly. “I had lost time and when I came to, my husband said that I was acting strange for an entire week.” I shook my head fearfully “But the last thing I remember, was watching a movie.” She nodded as she listened to me and to my husband. When he explained his side of the story and what he saw, I felt my heart fill up with dread.

They took some blood samples and then I laid down to do an ultrasound. “That’s…” she furrowed her brows and continued to rub the machine across my belly.

“What’s wrong?” My husband questioned, saying aloud what I was about to ask.

“Ummm…Well…. You’re baby looks as if it hasn’t grown.” She said with a worried expression. When she saw the look on our faces, she hurriedly tried to comfort us. “But it’s probably nothing, it’s only the first trimester, so don’t worry too much.”

I turned to Viaje, he had a weird expression on his face before it quickly disappeared. Not long after, they sent us out into the waiting room to wait for the blood results.

When the doctor came up to us, she looked genuinely concerned. “Ma’am we would like to keep you here under observation.”

“Why?” Viaje asked, sounding almost angry. The doctor remained silent for a minute, trying to think of a way to lay out the information to us. “Just say it.” Viaje snapped. “We are adults, we can handle any news just fine, so just tell it to us straight.” I touched his shoulder, trying to get him to calm down. Why is he so snappy? I wondered.

The doctor nodded her head, seemingly unbothered by his emotional response. “The oxygen in her blood is very low, dangerously low.” She said as if hinting at something.

We both caught on and Viaje wanted her to clarify exactly what she had meant, without sugar coated words. “And what exactly are you implying?”

The doctor sighed “We can’t say for sure… but we want to keep an eye on her, especially with her oxygen levels so low… it’s an abnormality and since she is pregnant…”

Viaje cut her off quickly. “Please don’t sugar coat doctor… are you telling me that she~ heh…” He chuckled sarcastically “…she could be dying?”

The doctor sighed and looked at the both of us seriously. “Yes.”