Chapter 003 Miscarriage 

~Rosemary~

A beeping sound replayed in my head an annoying number of times. The air around me felt so cold that goosebumps pricked my skin.

I opened my eyes slowly, only to be blinded by the light. When I opened them again, I saw a white ceiling.

Where was I? Wasn't I at home? Was I lying down? Why? What happened to me?

A dozen questions ran through my mind. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. But nothing around was recognizable.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a heart rate monitor. It was what was making that annoying beeping sound. Oh, God! Was I in the hospital?

"You are awake!" a voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

I looked in the direction it came, only to find two smiling nurses walking through the door.

"Where am I? What happened to me?"

The first nurse stood at the foot of the bed. "You got hit by a car. You've been in a coma for hours."

Hearing that, my memory came rushing like a flood. I remembered running after Max in the dead of the night. I also remembered the blinding light and floating in the air. And the blood!

In an instant, my hands flew to my belly. I asked anxiously, "How is my baby? He's okay, right?"

The nurse's face fell all of a sudden. She then shook her head and replied, "I'm sorry. You had a miscarriage."

A deafening silence fell in the ward. Seconds later, I somehow found myself laughing loudly. "Ha-ha-ha! You are playing with me, right? This is one of those pranks you pull on patients who just came out of coma, right?"

The nurses exchanged glances before looking back at me. The second nurse opened a file while saying, "Rosemary Beckett, I'm afraid we aren't joking. Your unborn baby died, so we had to perform D and C."

It was at this moment that it finally sunk in. All the organs in my body seemed to turn to liquid.

"No! Noooo! My baby can't die! Nooo!"

I leaped from the bed and grabbed the nurse nearest to me. Shaking her, I demanded, "Put my baby back! Please! Please!"

The nurse looked horrified. She tried to get rid of my grip, but I fisted her uniform tighter. I was screaming and shaking until a pair of strong hands came out of nowhere and pulled me away.

Before I knew it, my face pressed against a hard chest. "I'm so sorry. But they tried their best."

"Boo-hoo! My baby!" My cries came out muffled as I sank to the floor.

The pair of arms tightened around me. I was picked up and taken back to bed. Still, my head remained on the hard chest.

I was too disheveled to look up at the person who was holding me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as if the floodgates had just been opened. Suddenly, I felt woozy.

"Mr. Beckett..." I heard one of the nurses say, "Your wife lost a lot of blood. She's currently weak and depressed. We will continue trying our best, but I advise that you keep an eye on her 24/7."

The body behind me froze for half a second, then a warm hand stroked my hair and a voice came, "Got it."

Too tired from crying, I drifted off again.

*****

"Rest well?"

These were the first words I heard when I opened my eyes again. I stared in confusion at the person looking down at me. 

"Who are you?" I asked in a raspy voice, trying to sit up.

Well, so, the person who was accompanying me earlier, he wasn’t Max.

The strange man in a striped T-shirt and black pants helped me, placing a pillow on my back. Then he took two steps back. "Hi, I am Gerald Clay."

The introduction only made me more confused. "Who are you, Gerald Clay?"

The man who was sporting a stubble on his chiseled jaw, walked over to the bed again. A smile curved up his luscious lips. When he lowered to look at me closely, I saw that his eyes were the bluest I had ever seen. It was as if ink had been poured into his irises. 

Damn! I have never seen someone more handsome than Max.

He stretched out his hand, saying, "I was the one who rushed you to the hospital. You were in a pool of your own blood on the road."

"Oh..." I muttered, holding my belly, “Thank you. You saved my life.”

After glancing at my belly, he continued, "Nothing. I happened to be there. We met when you first woke up, but I guess you don't remember."

"I do now," I said, my face flushing. "I am so sorry for messing up your shirt with my tears."

Gerald waved. "It's nothing. I hated that shirt anyway."

He pulled a chair closer and added, "You were in and out of coma for several days. Is there anything you would like me to get you?"

"My phone... I want my phone."

Although a little taken aback by my request, he turned to the table nearby and picked up my phone. I dialed a number as soon as it was handed to me.

At the third ring, Max finally answered the phone. "What is it?"

A sob escaped my lips. "Hello, Max. I am at the hospital. I lost the baby. I was in an--"

"What? You lost…well, congratulations to me then," he interrupted. There were some other noises on his end, too. Sounds like a woman’s titter.  

Amani was with him.