I Am Your Savior

Sienna

The darkness was warm.

It wrapped around me like a blanket, soft and relaxing, offering me an escape from the pain I couldn’t quite remember. In the darkness, there was no Drey. No divorce No fall and no blood spreading on the marble floor beneath me.

There was only peace.

But that peace didn’t last.

I woke with a start, violently pulled away from the comforting darkness and thrown into a light so harsh it burned through my closed eyelids. The smell of antiseptic enveloped me and pain pulsed through every part of my body.

The pain crashed over me in waves. I felt it in my legs which throbbed with a deep, bone-level ache. In my arm which felt like it was on fire. Even my ribs protested evey breath I tried to take. But the worst of all was in my abdomen.

The baby!

My eyes flew open, and I immediately regretted it. The light was blinding, and I squeezed them shut again as a groan erupted from my throat.

“Mrs. Falcon? Can you hear me?”

I winced at how loud the voice was, it pierced my skull. I opened my mouth to try and speak, but my throat was raw and my voice came out as an undignified croak.

“Water,” I manged. “Please.”

I listened as the footsteps hurried away and returned moments later. A straw touched my lips almost instantly, and I drank greedily. The water was cool and soothing, and I felt some of the fog in my head begin to clear. I opened my eyes again, slowly, waiting till they adjusted before focusing on the face above me.

A nurse.

I was in a hospital?

“You’ve been unconscious for three days,” she said gently, placing the cup on the table beside my bed. “We were starting to worry.” she allowed a gentle smile touch her lips. “How do you feel?”

Like I died. I wanted to say but kept my mouth shut instead.

I’d been unconscious for three days. Its been three days since the fall. Three days since Vanessa pushed me down those stairs. Three days since Drey chose her over me. Three days since he issued me divorce papers. Three days since I tried to tell him about our baby.

“The baby!” I shot out, my wide eyes focusing on the nurse. “Is my baby -”

The nurse’s expression shifted instantly, the smile on her lips falling. “Mrs. Falcon, I need to tell you something and you have to promise to remain calm."

My heart leapt and started a marathon in my chest. Something in the nurse’s voice made me want to puke. Something that felt as heavy as stones settled in my chest and I cleched my jaws together.

“Is my baby okay?” I gritted out as sweat rolled down my face. “Please tell me my baby is fine.”

The nurse reached for my hand, but I pulled away. I didn’t want comfort or pity. All I wanted was the truth. To hear that my child was alive. That everything was going to be okay. That this nightmare wasn’t real.

But the nurse had no intentions of telling me what I wanted to hear.

“I’m very sorry,” she said, bowing her head. “We couldn’t save the pregnancy. The impact of the fall you had caused a severe hemorrage, and they were complications. The doctors did everything they could, but…”

She trailed off, but I could already guess what she wanted to say, even though I hoped with everything in me that she was wrong. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Hot tears poured out of my eyes.

No, she was wrong. My baby my baby was.

Was what? Alive? Drey killed her. He killed our child after I’d had to spend two years as the invisible wife. Loving him from the shadows, hoping that one day he’d see me. But instead of seeing me, he ripped my world away.

“I’m really sorry,” the nurse said again, propably sensing the depth of loss I felt. “We really tried everything we could, but you lost too much blood. If you had arrived here faster, maybe you wouldn’t have…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the word. Maybe I wouldn’t have lost my baby. Maybe I wouldn’t have miscarried. Maybe I would still have one light left in this otherwise bleak world.

I had no idea when the nurse finally left. Had no idea how long I cried. Hours, maybe. But the tears just kept coming, and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop remembering the way Drey looked at Vanessa, the coldness in his voice when he handed me the divorce papers, the way he had rushed to her side while I lay bleeding out on his floor.

Bleeding out our baby. The little life I’d carried, the future I’d dreamed of and clung to. Now, it was all gone. In the end, he won, didn’t he?

My body was broken, but that pain was nothing compared to the emptiness inside me. I’d lost my parents, their company, my marriage, and now my child. What was left of me? What was the point of going on?

The door opened again and someone stepped into the room. I didn’t open my eyes. Id din’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, or feel anything.

“I’m sure you’re not in the mood for visitors,” a voice said. “But I came anyway.”

I siffened at the sound of the voice, because it was one I’d recognize anywhere, even in my sleep. Even in the depth of my wallowing, I would recognize that cold, elegant, and dismissive voice.

I opened my eyes slowly and stared into the cold eyes of Margeret Falcon as I fed from the hate and anger that brimmed inside me.

“Mrs. Falcon,” I said flatly. “What are you doing here?”