Chapter 60: What Happened?

Ariana's POV

I was unsure when sleep took over, but when I opened my eyes, my gaze fell on Damien's back. He was all dressed up. I don't know if it was my movement or if he was already about to turn around.

"You are finally awake," he said, walking towards me.

I pulled myself to sit on the bed. My back was now resting on the bed headboard. Damien sat on the edge of the bed. He only had on a shirt and black trousers. His tie was secured with a tie pin, and it was lying perfectly on his white shirt. He planted a kiss on my forehead, and I just smiled.

"Something came up, so we are not going to the office today. We are going somewhere else," Damien said, and I frowned.

"Where are we going?" I asked, and he smiled at me.

"Let's just say, we have important work to do at another location. So, you take a shower, get dressed, and we will leave after breakfast," Damien said, and his gaze shifted to my belly. "How are you doing, my little one?" he asked.

He reached to touch my belly, but he paused and returned his gaze to my face. "Can I touch your belly?" he asked.

This question felt strange. He took my first time without asking for my permission. He has kissed me multiple times without seeking my approval, so why is he seeking my approval now before touching my belly? I thought, staring silently at him. It was like every day, I woke up to a new side of Damien Dakota.

"You go take your shower," he said, withdrawing his hand following my silence. 

His statement and facial expression made me feel guilty immediately. 

"Forgive me, I...........," I said and realised I didn't have any proper excuse. "Forgive my silence," I repeated and reached for his hand.

I placed his hand on my belly, and he smiled.

"Thank you," Damien appreciated and kissed my forehead, and then kissed my belly. "Now go get ready," he said, smiling.

He seemed off to me, but I was not sure if that was just me or if something was going on. I got out of bed and hit the shower. When I returned to the room, there was another bag sitting on the bed waiting for me. Damien was out of the room. I opened the bag and there was a new dress, with some undies. 

Will he buy me new clothes every day? I thought and picked up the bag. 

I walked into the closet and came out fully dressed in the dress. It did look amazing on me. Damien was still not back, and I was practically locked up in the room. I didn't know how to open the door. I sat on the bed, and soon Damien returned to the bedroom. He looked angry, but he quickly changed his facial expression when his gaze fell on me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Yes, everything is fine. Just some work stuff," he said, and he walked up to the table where there was a covered tray.

"Come, let's eat," he said to me, and I joined him at the table.

We ate our food in silence, and after we both exited the room. This was when I had the chance to see the house. It was another beautiful apartment, but it wasn't a mansion. We descended the staircase into the living room. It was beautifully designed. Michael was in the living room waiting for us.

"Alpha, everything is ready," Michael reported, and Damien held my hand. 

We exited the apartment, and his car was right in front of the door. He opened the car door for me, and I got in. He got in right after me. The guards got behind the wheel, and there was one more car behind us. Michael and the remaining guard were sitting in that car. The cars moved out of the compound. I didn't really know Damien, but I felt something wasn't right, but I didn't know how to get him to talk to me.

We hit the road, and he asked the guard to close the divide. I nestled into his arms as soon as the divide was closed. That was all I was privy to. 

An irritating beeping sound woke me up. With my eyes still closed, I tried unsuccessfully to reach what sounded to me like an alarm so I could turn it off and continue enjoying sleeping.

"Doctor! Someone call the doctor. She is moving," I heard a voice say. 

Who is that, and what the hell is the person talking about? I thought.

"Ariana, can you hear me?" I heard a familiar male voice ask.

Before I could open my eyes, someone forced them open and flashed a light into them. I squeeze my face and try to keep my eyes shut as it feels uncomfortable. 

"Ms Brown, can you hear me?" I heard the question, and I slowly opened my eyes to find a man towering over me.

He was in a white long coat and had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. 

"Ariana!" someone called out to me, and I shifted my gaze in the direction of the voice, only to find Jeremy standing almost to the foot of the bed I was lying on. 

"Where am I?" I asked. "What happened?" I asked the two questions at the same time. 

"You are in a hospital. You have been out for three days straight," the doctor replied.

Three days? I thought and tried to recollect my memory. I was in a car with Damien, and I fell asleep. 

"What happened to me?" I asked.

I wanted to ask about Damien, but I wasn't sure about asking about him from the people surrounding me right now. I need to know what happened and why I am in a hospital.

"You were involved in a terrible accident. You happened to be the only survivor," the doctor said to me, and my eyes widened.

Only survivor? I thought.

"Is my baby alright?" I asked. 

"You just woke up. You need to relax first," the doctor replied.

"No, is my baby okay?" I asked, and shifted my hand to my belly.

"Ariana, the baby is gone," Jeremy said, and my eyes were immediately filled with tears.

"No!" I cried, my hand squeezing my belly.

"Ariana, what matters is that you are alive," Jeremy said, and the doctor just left the room, leaving me with Jeremy.

"I want my baby back," I cried, and my cries got louder. 

Jeremy drew closer and tried to hold me down as I began to throw my hands everywhere. I had removed the drip attached to my hand and the other monitor wires attached to my body.

"Doctor!" Jeremy called out as he held both of my hands together and pressed them to my chest, but I won't lie still.

The doctor walked in with a nurse, and I was injected. I immediately became calm, but my tears won't stop.

Damien, you promised to protect us. Where are you? I said in my mind, as my vision slowly turned blurry and soon darkness covered me again. 

When I opened my eyes again, the drip was back on my hand, and the other monitors were also attached to my body. My gaze fell on Melody, sleeping in the chair placed next to my bed. She looked a little puffy. 

I scanned my environment and recalled everything. My hand went to my belly, and I began to cry in my silence. I just lay there on the bed, crying and wondering what had happened.

"Ariana," I heard Jeremy call out to me, and Melody woke up.

"Ariana, you are awake," I heard Melody say.

"I want to go home," I said.

"Okay. Where were you staying?" Jeremy asked and sat at the foot of the bed.

I was staying in Damien's mansion. How can I go back there without Damien? I thought.

"Never mind," I replied and turned my gaze away from them.

If the car I was sitting in with Damien was involved in an accident and I am the only survivor, what about Michael? Where is he? I thought, but not sure who to ask. 

"I brought you something to eat," Jeremy said, but I didn't bother to even return my gaze to him. 

I spent close to a week in the hospital. Melody and Jeremy took turns staying by my side at the hospital. I was discharged with a crotch to aid my walking as my broken leg was not fully healed. I had a P.O.P bandage on.  

Jeremy helped me into the car, and Melody carried my medications, walking right behind us. I sat in the back seat, and Melody sat in the co-driver's seat with Jeremy behind the wheel. The car engine came alive, but before we could drive out of the hospital compound, a police car drove in and stopped right in front of our car. 

The officers got down and walked up to our car. I saw Jeremy trying to engage them.

"Mr Wilson, step aside, we are here for Ms Brown," I heard the officer say.

"Ms Brown, I am afraid you will have to come with us to the station to answer a few questions," the officer said to me through Jeremy's open window. 

"What did I do?" I asked.

"You will get to know when you come with us," the officer said.

"Please, officer, she just got discharged from the hospital. Is it okay if I follow you to the station in my car?" Jeremy asked. 

"No, it doesn't work that way," I heard the officer say, and the back seat door was opened. 

I was dragged out of the car, despite the protest of Jeremy and Melody. I was forced to hop on one leg when they pulled me out of the car. I was dragged to the police car, and my crotches were left inside Jeremy's car. 

Damien, where are you? You always find me. It's been a week since I woke up. Where are you? I said in my mind as the police car drove out of the hospital compound. I don't believe you are dead. I thought and tears streamed down my face.