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Alison

After collapsing with my baby girl in my arms, I was carried back to this packs, pack house. I was placed in a room and left with a woman who didn't know English. Or she didn't seem to, as the only response I could get from her was a smile and a nod of her head, and she continued helping me to get cleaned up. When she was done, and I was dressed in a hospital gown and lying in a bed, she left the room. I was left there with my little girl, who was also now dippered and wrapped in a blanket. A few minutes later, the woman returned with a guy who looked me over. Again, he didn't seem to know English. Leaving me to only guess the guy must be a doctor and the woman a nurse. The two looked me over in a similar way that Owen would have if I had been injured and at home.

My attention going back to my baby. Tears sprang up in my eyes. I wished Owen was here. I wish I knew how he felt about being a father. I never got the chance to tell him. Though, I wonder if it matters at the moment