LOGIN~~~Soraya~~~Physical therapy started that morning, my first real session since the surgery, and it turned out to be its own particular kind of misery. The therapist had me doing small, careful movements with my leg, nothing dramatic, but every single one of them ached in a way that made me grit my teeth and stare hard at the ceiling until it passed."You're doing great," she said, adjusting the angle of my knee slightly. "Better range of motion than I expected this early.""Feels like the opposite of great," I muttered, and she laughed, unbothered, clearly used to patients who complained through every single rep.Maya sat in the corner the entire session, scrolling through something on her phone, occasionally looking up to wince sympathetically whenever I made a particularly pained noise. Caleb showed up halfway through with coffee for both of them, setting Maya's down on the little table beside her without a word, the way he'd started doing so often now that it barely registered as a
~~~Soraya~~~They discharged me on a Thursday, two weeks after the fall, my leg still heavy and unfamiliar in a fresh cast, crutches propped awkwardly under my arms like foreign objects I hadn't quite learned to trust yet.Declan carried my bag out to the car himself, refusing every offer of help from Maya like it might somehow undo whatever quiet promise he'd made to himself about taking care of me properly this time. The late afternoon sun felt strange against my skin after so many days under fluorescent hospital lighting, warm and real in a way that made the whole world feel slightly unfamiliar, like I was stepping back into a life I'd left months ago instead of just under two weeks."You okay?" Declan asked, glancing over at me in the passenger seat, one hand still resting lightly on my knee, this has become so natural for him to do."I think so." I watched the hospital shrink in the side mirror as we pulled away.“It's strange. I spent so many days wanting to leave that place, an
~~~Soraya~~~It's been seven days since Declan's father came, and Declan hasn't left my side once.He booked a suite at the hotel two blocks from the hospital, fourteen days, paid up front, like he'd already decided before he even checked in that he wasn't going anywhere until I was steady enough to stand on my own two feet again. He shows up every morning before visiting hours technically start, some arrangement with the nurses I'm fairly sure involves an unreasonable amount of charm, and he doesn't leave until they physically make him.Today he brought coffee from the place down the street, the good kind, not the hospital sludge that's been keeping Maya alive on caffeine fumes for over a week now. He set it on my tray table and dropped into the chair beside my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world, like this had always been our routine and not something we'd rebuilt out of six weeks of silence and a hospital room full of grief."You look better today," he said, studyin
~~~Soraya~~~Declan didn't answer the call.He stared at the screen until it stopped ringing on its own, his thumb hovering over the red button the whole time like even rejecting the call required more courage than he currently had left in him. The silence that followed felt worse than the ringing had."Declan." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "Talk to me.""He knows I'm here." He set the phone face-down on the side table, his hand not quite steady. "He wouldn't be calling otherwise. He never calls just to check in."I didn't get the chance to ask what that meant, because thirty seconds later, the door to my room opened without a knock.I recognized him instantly, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor. The last time I'd seen that face, he was in our penthouse dining area, standing there like he built the house. He looked exactly the same now as he had that morning same jaw, same broad shoulders, the same easy, practiced calm that had never once looked like
~~~Soraya~~~I woke up slowly, the world arriving in pieces before it arrived whole. The low hum of the room first, then the dull, distant ache low in my abdomen, then the heavier, more familiar throb in my leg, and finally, underneath all of it, a strange hollowness I couldn't quite place until the memory of the pain came rushing back and settled where it belonged.The pregnancy. The pain. The doctor's face right before everything went dark under anesthesia.I opened my eyes to dim light and Declan's face, closer than I expected, his hand already wrapped around mine like it had never actually left, even though some distant part of me remembered them pulling him out of the room hours ago."Soraya." His voice was rough, exhausted, his eyes red rimmed in a way that told me he hadn't slept at all. "You're awake. How are you feeling?""Empty," I said, before I could think of a gentler word, my voice cracking on the single syllable. "I feel empty."Something in his face crumpled at that,
~~~Declan~~~The doctor led us into a small consultation room off the main hallway, the kind of space clearly designed for exactly this purpose. soft chairs, a box of tissues sitting a little too deliberately on the low table between us, the fluorescent lights dimmed just enough to feel gentler than the rest of the hospital."First off. Soraya's stable," the doctor began, sitting across from the three of us. "I want to lead with that, because I know what I'm about to explain is going to be difficult to hear. The surgery went well. She's out of immediate danger.""Oh-kaay?" Maya said quietly, her hands twisted together in her lap."But," the doctor continued gently,"The pregnancy was ectopic. That means it implanted outside the uterus, in this case in one of her fallopian tubes, rather than where it should have. Ectopic pregnancies are never viable, and they become dangerous very quickly once the tube can no longer stretch to accommodate the growth. That's what caused the internal bl







