Chapter 05 - Pregnant! Miscarriage!

~VIOLET~

The beeping of the life machine and the weird nauseating smell made me realize where I was even before I pried my eyes open. I was at the hospital. Once my lids parted, a pang of pain slit through my head like a double-edged sword and I was forced to squeeze my eyes close back. That was expected. Stewart's punch sent me off my feet and the last thing I remembered was hitting my head on the wall.

After a few minutes, my eyes split apart and I was welcomed by the bright light radiating from the huge bulb at the center of the ward. Looking around me, I was expecting to see Stewart but I didn't. Instead, it turned out that I was in the public ward with seven other patients. Did he really believe that I pushed Willow?

I scoffed, smacking my lips. I gently sat up on the bed. My body ached badly like I had been smashed by a trailer transporting sand and stones.

Why are you asking an obvious question, Violet? You wouldn't be in a hospital bed if he didn't assume that you pushed her.

"Mrs. Violet, you are awake," A baritone voice drifted into my ears, pulling me out of my train of thought and making me tilt my head so that I could glance in the direction where the voice came from. My eyes fell on a man, dressed in a white coat. He had a beautiful smile etched on his face. For a fact, I knew he would be loved by most of the patients because of his outstanding facial features. "I am Doctor Alex," He introduced.

"Oh!" I commented shortly and scrutinized the room with my eyes. He noticed that I was searching for something and asked. "Do you need something? Please tell....,"

"Who brought me here? Where is my Hus..." I paused, took a deep breath, and twisted the question. "Where is the man who brought me here?" I questioned and at the same time, our gateman, Jose appeared, holding a bag.

"You are awake, ma'am. How do you feel, madame?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. I was confused. Did Stewart send him over since he would surely be busy taking care of his beloved who pushed herself down the stairs just to frame me?

"He brought you here, Mrs. Willow," The doctor responded to the initial question.

For a few seconds, I was dazed. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel. Multitudes of emotions surged within me, but the prominent one was pain. My heart ached as though it was being squished like a wet towel. Stewart didn't bring me to the hospital. I knew the truth but I refused to believe that he neglected me on the floor despite bleeding from my head. I knew this because of the bandage wrapped around my head.

Tears rushed to my eyelids, waiting for the right situation to flow without restriction.

"Are you okay, madame?" Jose's voice came again, pulling me out of my thoughts and I nodded my head, blinking back the tears to their position.

"Yes, Jose. Thank you so much," I said.

"I will have to take my leave now. The boss must not find out that I am here. I will come back to check on you later in the day. I don't know what your favorite food is but I brought two types and a change of clothes," He explained, placing the bag on the locker beside my bed. "Please, be fine. Do not hesitate to call me if you need me to bring anything from home for you," He added, bowed curtly, and left the ward.

My eyes were fixed on the entrance even though Jose had dispersed. I..I didn't know how to explain my emotions. Stewart neglected me because of his ex-girlfriend. He neglected me because of a woman who broke his heart years ago like it was nothing but a rotten egg. Has he forgotten that I was the one who stayed with me and helped him heal from his shattered heart? Has he forgotten that I endured every shit he threw at me when he was still healing?

"You are some lucky woman, Mrs. Willow. Many people wouldn't survive your fall with the amount of blood you lost before you were brought here. You should be thankful that nothing happened to you and your baby," The doctor's voice suddenly boomed, jolting me out of my reverie. However, only one of his statements caught my attention and that would be the last one. Did I hear correctly or my ears are faulty?

"Can you repeat what you said, please?" I asked pleadingly, raising my head to catch a full glimpse of his face. I mean, even if my ears betrayed me and made me hear the wrong sentence the second time, my eyes wouldn't. I would read his lips.

"You are some lucky wo...,"

I cut him short.

"No! After that...,"

The doctor was stupefied by my reaction. His brows creased. He must be wondering what had come over me.

"Many people wouldn't survive....,"

Again, I cut him off.

"No, doctor. After that...,"

"You should be thankful that nothing happened to you and your baby,"

"What! A baby? I'm having a baby?" I raised a question with a shaky voice. I was scared. I was scared that he might say NO. I was scared that he might confirm that I had heard wrong. I wanted it to be true. This could bring Stewart back to me. It could right everything that had gone wrong. It could make my marriage peaceful and perfect.

His features deepened with a curious expression. "Oh! I see! You have no idea you are carrying a baby?" He asked.

I was speechless. Multitudes of emotions swirled within me and rolled in my eyes as my hands found their way to my belly. Tears rushed to my lids and I snickered. My prayers had been answered. I am becoming a mother and Stewart... Yeah... Stewart.. How would he react when he finds out that he will be becoming a father?

"You are finally awake, you disgusting wicked leech," An angry timbre ripped through the air, breaking the silence in the general ward and propelling me to raise my head. I was met with Stewart's irritated and cold countenance. "It would have been best if you never opened your eyes for the rest of your life," He shouted.

"eh... Mr. Stewart, this is not the right place to do this. You are disturbing other patients " The doctor told him, glancing at the people in the ward who had diverted all their attention to us. I was embarrassed. I didn't know the right way to respond to him. He wished I had died just because of his Willow.

"Spare me some crab, doctor. There is no better place to talk to a shameless woman than public," He spurted out with hatred in his voice. I looked into his eyes and found nothing but disgust. The affection he used to have had dissipated. "Should I applaud you for making me lose my first child?" He smirked jestingly and began to jam his hands together in the air. "Whoa! You deserve an award for being the most wicked woman on earth. I picked you up from the gutter, clothed you, and sheltered you, and the best thing you could do to repay my kindness was kill my first child?" He barked, his eyes darkened and his voice spewed venom.

My face squished as I assimilated his statement. It only meant one thing. Willow has lost her pregnancy.

But how is that my fault?