Timelapse

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.

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