Read His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One Online
Authors: Kimberly Blalock
I’m not seeing defeat, I’m seeing exhaustion. I rise to my feet, wiping the tears away. “She’s alive?” I beg.
He offers me a gentle smile. “Yes, but I want you to know that the damage is severe. We performed surgery on the trauma to her head. She’s badly bruised with broken and cracked ribs, a broken arm, and multiple bruises. The swelling on her brain is of the most concern to us and the next twenty-four hours are going to be the hardest.
“I am sad to say, however, the baby didn’t survive the accident. There wasn’t a heartbeat.” He hangs his head low as he offers me a slight squeeze on the shoulder. Shock washes over me, my mouth drops.
“Baby?” I ask.
The doctor looks at me with confusion on his face. “Didn’t she tell you? Are you the father?” he asks. “Fuck yes I’m the father, if there was a baby I’m most definitely the father. I just didn’t know she was pregnant,” I respond.
“Well that makes sense. Her OB/GYN is affiliated with this hospital and they had added her information regarding the pregnancy just this morning. Looks like she found out this morning. She probably wanted to surprise you. Nevertheless she was six weeks gestation.” He pats me on the arm again.
“We were having a baby,” I respond when all the information sinks in.
“Can I see her?” I beg.
“She’s in recovery right now, but I will let the staff know that as soon as they have her settled into the ICU they are to come and get you. Alright?” He finishes with a handshake. I nod my head as I run my hands through my hair, horrified about the baby.
She has to be ok, she has to get through this. I will be right there for her. I pick up my phone to call her parents and it goes straight to voice mail. They must be on the plane. I decide I need to send a text.
Evan:
She’s out of surgery, lots of broken ribs and swelling of the brain, but she’s alive. She has to be ok.
I send this to Natalia and Michael, the only people I trust enough with any information about Abby, other than Amy and her parents. Oh shit. I realize I forgot to call Amy.
Natalia:
She will be E. I caught up with Monica, I think I’ve been made, but I don’t know for sure. Ttyl.
My phone beeps again, but I ignore it to call Amy. She screams and cusses me out for not calling her sooner. That woman is crazy when it comes to Abby; like a momma bear protecting her cub.
Abby don’t leave me in the dark with the demons that are trying to take me over. The clouds are moving in and I don’t know how to deal with it. Where do I send them? How do I control them? Hell follows me into the dark. I didn’t know that I could be so free with you by my side, but without you they will eat me alive. I don’t know if I can go on.
“Mr. Young?” a female voice calls.
I bring my head up to see the young nurse watching me for a response. “Yeah, that’s me.” I stand up from my chair.
“You can see Abigale now. I’ll walk you back.” She swipes her badge against the wall and the white double doors click and open.
I follow her as she walks through a long hallway and then turns right down a shorter hall. Each step I take I can feel Abby’s pull. A smile threatens as my body realizes she’s close.
“My name is Emily. I am going to be Abigale’s nurse for the night,” she says as she stops in front of a room.
“She prefers Abby,” I whisper.
“Ok, I will call her Abby.” She offers a kind smile.
“If you need anything just press the red button. Ok?” she continues.
I turn to the left and see someone in the bed with tubes and wires everywhere. “Is this her room?” I close my eyes, knowing it is her, but terrified she will say yes. I don’t want to see her like this, not like this.
“Yes, she’s in critical condition and we will be monitoring her closely. Visiting hours are over for the night. I will give you a few minutes and then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
I look at the nurse; she has to be kidding me. “I’m not leaving her. I will be with her until she wakes up and even then, I’m not leaving her,” I spit.
“Sir, it’s our policy.”
“I don’t care what your policy is, get the director or chief of whoever down here and I’ll tell them the same thing.” I stand tall, knowing I’m scaring the shit out of this nurse, but I don’t care. “I’m not leaving her. End of.” I wave my hand and slide the glass door open.
My strides are long and I reach her in three steps. My hand magnetically goes for hers. I stop just before the contact; I don’t want to hurt her. I have to be strong for her now more than ever.
I run my hands through my hair as a tear escapes my eye. Fuck! She’s so broken. I collapse in the chair that sits next to her bed. I have seen a lot of shit in my life, but nothing could have fucked me up more than this. Nothing.
Her head is wrapped in a white bandage and what hair I can see is matted against her head. Her eyes are closed and bruised. Dried blood covers her face. Her arm is held in place by a cast. Her mouth holds a large tube that is hooked to a loud beeping machine. Monitors ring everywhere. My hand gently holds hers. Lifeless and cold is all I feel from her grasp.
I want to talk to her, to tell her all the reasons she should stay with me. I want to tell her how loving her has healed a part of me. I want to tell her how just like her, I am broken too. But, most of all I want to tell her how she brings me to my knees and the love I feel for her consumes me. I can’t say any of those things though. I can’t say anything right now.
I lay my head down on the bed next to her. I find comfort knowing she’s close and that if the machines continue to beep then that means she’s ok for the time being. That her heart is still beating and there is hope.
“You need to move now!”
My body jumps to attention.
“Get him out!” Someone leads me out of the room.
“Abby! Don’t you fucking dare leave me! Don’t you dare leave me!” I’m going to lose my mind. The doctors storm the room yelling instructions and asking for medications.
I hit the wall as I stand across the hall, watching life and death unfold around me. That feeling that creeps up the back of my neck and works its way through my body…Yeah, that feeling is called fear. And every fear I have ever had in my life is wanted now, every fear, but this one.
“Clear! Clear!” There are so many voices, I don’t know where they come from now. They are shocking her body; her heart is giving out. Fuck!
Every moment in life has a meaning; at least that’s what Abby believes. This moment has no meaning because it’s bullshit. Why would her lying in that fucking bed have a meaning? She’s supposed to be ok, she’s supposed to be in my arms. That means something.
My body slides down the wall, my feet unable to hold me up. I drop my head, gripping my hair into my fist.
“Clear! Clear!”
Fuck me! She’s dying.
“Oh my God! My baby! My baby!” The screaming comes from above my head. Alison, Alfred, Amy, and Dom stand over me, all white as ghosts. Alfred is holding Alison, preventing her from running into the room. My eyes turn in the direction of Abby. Thirty people have taken over the room.
The love of my life is going to die and there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it. That’s not true. There is something I can do about it. I can find the motherfucker that hit her and bring them the same pain they brought Abby.
“What happened? What happened to my baby girl?” Alison continues to scream for the only child she has left. My mouth won’t open. I look to the four people that stand before me. All four faces look to me in judgment; they think I did this. I did do this; it’s all my fucking fault.
“A car hit her while she was crossing the street,” I finally answer.
“Where is the son of a bitch that did this to her?” The terror in Alison’s eyes mirror my own.
“I don’t know. It was a hit and run Alison.” She reaches for my hands squeezing them so tightly. “I can’t lose my baby. I can’t lose my baby girl, Evan. Please God, I can’t lose my baby girl…Please!” Alison collapses on the floor and Alfred drops down, catching her in his arms, his own pain holds his face in a look I have never seen before. Amy cries in Dom’s chest. She’s in shock.
“Alfred, Alison. I’m so glad that you could get here from Colorado. I’m not going to beat around the bush, we lost her for a few minutes, but we have her back now. It is touch and go, but she’s back now.” The doctor that I spoke to earlier says this to Abby’s parents.
“She’s ok?” I ask, standing at attention now.
“Let’s go into the consult room,” the doctor says, more to Abby’s parents. It’s probably because he knows them. He walks us to a room down the hall and to the left. There is a couch against the wall and a table and two chairs. Everyone sits, but I stand as the doctor speaks.
I search the doctor’s nametag as he speaks, rattling medical shit off that I don’t understand. “English please,” I demand. He looks to Amy, Dom, and myself, realizing we don’t understand him.
“Abby has trauma to her brain causing swelling. This is causing seizure-like activity. When that happened earlier, she coded…sorry…her heart stopped. That was when our code team came into the room. We were able to get her heart beating again. The next twenty-four hours are going to be touchy, but if we can get through that…Well, let’s take it twenty-four hours at a time,” he speaks.
“Oh my God, Evan!” Alison gasps in horror. I don’t speak, I just look at her in question. “Is that my baby’s blood?” she asks, looking at my blood-soaked clothes.
I forgot that I’m covered in her blood. “Yeah,” I say as I look down to my jeans and t-shirt.
“Honey you need to take a shower and change right this minute. I can’t look at that.” She covers her face as she begins to cry.
I don’t want to leave Abby, but I don’t want to put Alison through any more pain either. “If she…If some…Please call me if there is a change. I will be right back,” I say as I lay my hand on Alison’s shoulder.
“Evan? Wait up.” Amy runs to catch up with me as I quickly walk down the hall of the ICU. “Evan, Abby just found out this morning she’s pregnant. Is the baby…Is it ok?” She holds pain in her eyes. It tears me the fuck up because that is the baby Abby carried…our baby.
“No,” is all I can say. “Evan I’m so sorry!” She grabs me into a tearful hug. “She loves you so much Evan. She has to be ok. She can’t leave us.” I’m so grateful that Abby has a loyal friend in Amy.
Chapter Nineteen
Evan
“The food in this place sucks. I brought you something that at least smells appealing.” Amy laughs.
“Thanks.” She hands me the tray of food. I set it down on the table next to my chair.
“Evan you seriously need to eat. I know this sounds lame, but you need to keep your strength up for her. Actually, now that I think about it I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything other than vending machine food for two weeks. When she wakes up she’s going to need you. Well, she’s going to need everyone there and we need be strong for her. Especially when we tell her about the baa-…you know, when we tell her.”
“Damn it Amy, watch your fucking mouth!” I swear this girl doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just don’t want that to be the first thing she hears and I know that you don’t mean anything. I’m just…” I don’t mean to yell at her I just don’t want Abby hearing all the bad stuff right after she wakes up.
“I get it, it’s cool.” She sighs. “Evan? Do you think she will ever…?” she whispers.
“Damn it Amy! Hell yes she’s going to wake up.” Really? Is she seriously bringing this negative shit here?
“Sorry, sorry. I just…We have been sitting here for two weeks and there hasn’t been any change. I’m fucking scared too, Evan. She’s my best friend. My soul sister. There isn’t anyone like her anywhere in this world and I can’t imagine my life without her in it. I love her and I just can’t believe this shit. And fuck Evan, I’m only human.” All of the emotion, everything she has been holding onto erupts. I get that. I have been hanging onto some heavy shit myself.
“Yeah.” I sigh, leaning forward into my chair watching Abby.
Her color is coming back. There are three or four, hell maybe even five, different doctors in and out of here day and night. She hasn’t woken up yet and I am grateful that her mom and dad used to work here. They have a lot of friends here and they are definitely putting forth the extra effort, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. As much as I hope and try to stay positive I’m scared that she never will wake up.