Looking for him

Zena's POV

“You need to be strong, Zena.” I kept telling myself while I ran down the corridor. Yes, I needed to be strong. I had to push on to escape death and also to keep my unborn child. I fear those people will catch up with me. I kept running as fast as my feet could carry me, but I was getting weaker. My legs were wobbling, and I knew I had to do something instantly. 

My eyes turned watery and my breath seizing, just then, I heard a voice echoing my name in my head like someone was calling out to me. I let my head roam around the entire corridor to see who it was, but there was no one there.

“Zena!” I heard my name again and my eyes snapped open. My breathing became faster than before, and I opened up my mouth to exhale air, choking in the process. 

“Zena! Zena, you're awake!” I heard my mom's crying voice and I veered my head to the side to see her beside me.

I was still confused since some minutes ago I was running, but then I found myself laying on the bed again, 

“Thank God, you're awake, Zena. I couldn't think of losing you,” she mumbled against me as she pulled me into a hug, but I reached for her hair and stroked them.

Before I could speak, I heard someone say, 

“Sorry, ma'am, we need to check her child.” I turned to see a woman in a uniform, a doctor's uniform to be precise, and it dawned on me that I was at the hospital. 

I let my thoughts veer back to why I was at the hospital as my mother withdrew from me and the doctor took over.

She brought out her stethoscope and raised the cloth I was putting on to reveal my stomach. My baby bump wasn't out yet since I was just a few weeks old, but I could feel some movement in me. 

My thoughts drifted from the doctor checking up on me to the incidents that had happened some hours ago. I shut my eyes closed remembering how I ended up fainting in the elevator due to how it had broken, I had survived it. And there was someone with me.

I flung my eyes open and looked at my mother,

“Where's he?” I asked in a panic. I remember how he wasn't responding even when I was speaking to him before we fell.  

“He's safe,” Mother and the doctor chorused together, and I arched my brows at them. 

“Where is he?” I inquired again and this time, the nurse answered. 

“He's here in the hospital and also in bed. He's a cluster phobia patient, and he hasn't gotten himself back from shock,” she explained. I wanted to tell her I knew but kept quiet in case I was going to get other information, but that was all because she stopped there, maybe due to the nurse who entered, carrying a tray that had about three drips and other specialization laid on it. 

The doctor nodded her head at the nurse and raised herself from me, reaching out for her coat pocket where about three pens were placed, then she picked the blue pen among them and collected the stretched pad from the nurse, ready to scribble some words on it. 

I turned my head away hoping that my baby was sure doing good, but my mother spoke up, 

“How's her baby?” I had to veer my head back to get a response from the doctor. 

“Her baby is doing just fine. Thank goodness she was able to safeguard her when the rustling was happening,” she replied. Mother and I let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.

I made a face at her but no one was looking in my direction as I thought of how a hero I was to have saved my baby and, of course, her father. 

“Her father?” I thought again and again until my eyes popped out in shock. Yes, I could remember. My baby's father. It was him. It was the same man I came across again, the man I saved with the cluster phobia, yes he was the father of my baby. 

I jerked on the bed in realization, and their attention was on me again. 

“He's the father of my child,” I mumbled and shut my eyes closed again, pulled my lower lip into my mouth, and a bit softly on it while my hands gripped the sheet of the bed I laid on. 

He was the father of my child since he was the only person who I could remember having a one-night stand with after years of not having sexual intercourse with anyone since I had stayed away from having someone in my life. 

“What do you mean? Who is the father?” Mom's voice broke my thoughts and I looked up at her. 

“Where is he? Which ward is he in?” I asked again. 

“You can't see him now, okay? But he's in the second ward after yours. You can see him at anytime but not now, you need to be on your medications,” the doctor uttered and what she said boosted my joy in me. He wasn't far from me and I could get to him at anytime, nice. 

After a long pause with the doctor having a discussion with my mother, I suddenly spoke up. 

“Can I use the bathroom? I'm pressed,” I told them, and I saw the doctor signal the nurse to come to my aid. 

I raised my hand up to stop the nurse,

“I'm sorry, I will be fine. Just tell me where the toilet is,” I said, and the nurse nodded her head while she pointed towards the door of the toilet. 

“Thanks,” I muttered and made my way towards the toilet, but as soon as I was a step away from the toilet, I twisted my head to the back to make sure no one was coming after me, and it was clear. 

I was ready to go.

Instantly, my walking because a race, and I ran my way towards the door, and with just one pull, I was out.