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*9 months later*

I slid my eyes open, feeling the most pain I could have ever imagined. Breathing felt hard and I could only take short breaths at a time, I felt the sting of the pieces of glass that were pierced into my skin.

I could not move my neck, I realized that with a failed attempt to look around. I was wearing a

brace, that I could tell.

“Ramiel”, I managed to say, I could barely hear myself, I could barely hear anything but sirens and more sirens with muffled voices from people that were not even a bit familiar.

“Mrs Kingsley you are in good hands you are going to be fine”, I managed to hear an unfamiliar voice say.

“Ramiel”, I called out again, a bit louder than the last time but I could still barely hear myself.

“Where is my husband”, I asked.

“Relax, you have to save your strength Mrs Kingsley.

I felt us moving.

I was strapped down, being rolled into an ambulance. Where was he? Was he okay?

“Where is my husband?”, I asked this time louder than ever, sobs breaking