"I can't deal with this right now, Dylan! I am four months into my pregnancy, I'm throwing up every morning, it's freezing outside, and now the hot water heater is broken! Just tell me who to call! I don't know any water heater repair men! I'm a woman!" You say into the phone.
"I don't know anyome either!" He says into the phone.
"You think Ki knows anyone?" You ask.
You can practically see Dylan's shrug, "Probably not."
"Great." You sigh, feeling hormones wash over you, "What should I do then?"
"I don't know."
"Should I call someone?"
"Yeah, probably."
You groan, "I HATE ALL THIS UNCERTAINTY!"
Dylan grunts in pain, "Yeah, sweetheart, yell right into my ear."
You huff, "Sorry."
He sighs, "Just....ask around. I promised my family I'd visit them for Christmas and so did Ki. We'll be back in a few days. Remember, it was your own stubbornness that got you left alone for Christmas. Your family AND Thomas' family offered for you to come for Christmas. But instead you're spending it ALONE."
"Not ALONE." You say, "I'll be spending it with Thomas in the hospital. And I have a kid in my stomache that keeps kicking me really hard. I think it's reminding me that I'm not alone in a really painful way."
You can hear his sarcasm, "That sounds awesome. Now, I have a flight to catch. No offense to Thomas, but I'll be glad when this is over. When he wakes up I'm planning on holding a grudge. Being serious and responsible all the time is HARD!"
"Imagine what it's like for people who have to act like this ALL the time." You say.
"You're hilarious. Bye." Dylan says.
"Bye." You sigh.
- - - -
After two days of cold showers, you were certain that you'd NEVER dethaw. And it didn't help that shaving had turned into something in between Edward Sciccorhands and being blind. You were almost tempted to stop shaving all together.
As you approach the front door to the hospital, you innerly groan. Lovely. More reporters looking for questions answered. On the plus side, the security guard at the front desk had gotten to know you a decent amount and always came to your aid when it came to these things.
You duck your head and try to go by unnoticed. But to no avail.
"Iris!"
"Mrs. Sangster, wait!"
"Would you please answer a few questions?"
You see a few flashes from cameras.
You speak up, refusing to look at them and cameras, "No, thank you. I'm just here to visit my husband."
They start to swarm you right at the door, "Mrs. Sangster, please."
"How is Thomas doing?"
"Do the doctors think he'll be recovering anytime soon?"
"There have been a few suspicions, due to the obvious weight gain, Mrs. Sangster, can you confirm to us that you're really pregnant?"
"Have you been to the doctor for your pregnancy yet?"
"Did Thomas know about the child BEFORE his tragic accident?"
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
"I'm not answering any questions!" You snap.
Then comes your night in shining armor, "Leave the lady alone. If you aren't here to visit anyone, I'll have to ask you to leave the premises."
The reporters scatter like roaches.
You let loose a sigh of relief, "Thanks for that."
"Dont mention it." He says, "The nerve of some people. They're down here nearly everyday! I dont care if you're famous, it's disrespectful and annoying."
The two of you walk in, "Well, it's not so bad. I just wish theyd understand I have a bubble. Especially, with me being pregnant."
He shakes his head, "Did you hear that one reporter?" He continues in a mocking tone, "Could you confirm to us that you're pregnant?"
You chuckle, stepping into the elevator, "Not the brightest crayon in the box, I guess."
"I'll say. Anyway, have a good visit. I hope he feels better soon. Merry Christmas."
You quickly call before the elevator doors shut, "Merry Christmas!"
- - - -
You stare at the skinny figure of Thomas on the bed. His chest rises and falls so evenly. Right now, you wish you could lean over and kiss him and that his lips would respond, like they used to. But they won't. Even if you wished it more than anything in the world.
You envy Thomas slightly. He's asleep. He doesn't have any of these tantalizing thoughts weighing on him. You wish you could sleep. Or be in a coma. Or have amnesia. Anything to get your mind off things.
You look at him, "So how are you?"
He lays still.
You nod, "That's good."
You pause for a minute, "You know, they ask me lots of questions. Ones I dont know the answers to." You feel yourself getting emotional, " 'Do you think he'll be recovering anytime soon?' I dont know. How should I know? I hope so. I really, really do hope so. And then they want to know about our child, and I dont want to confirm anything until you wake up. I dont want you to be the last to know. You should've been the first to know. 'Did he know about it before his accident?' " You laugh, feeling tears fall from your eyes, "No. No, you didnt. Maybe if I'd checked a few days eariler.... But I didn't."
You take his hand, as you shake from the oncoming sobs, "Just, Tommy, wake up soon. Please. Please, Tommy. Please. I NEED you right now. I need your help. I dont know what to do. Please, Tommy."
And then your tears take over you and you lean over, resting your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You whisper over and over again, "Please, Tommy. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, Tommy. Please. Please...."
You let your whispers fade out. Tears soak Thomas' blue hospital gown. But fatigue overcomes you and you fade into a deep and dreamless sleep.
- - - -
You groan and roll over in bed. The sheets are so comfy. Why is someone calling you at three in the morning?
You blink the sleep out of your eyes and reach to your bedside table.
Who....
The hospital.
Why is the hospital calling you?
You sit up, immediately feeling wide awake. You accept the call.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mrs. Sangster?"
"Yes?"
"We have some news for you."
Oh, no.
Please, please, let it be good news.
"Yes?" You repeat.
"Well, your husbands readings have changed."
You toss your sheets off and stand up, getting dressed, "What does that mean? Is that a bad thing?"
"Well, it can be a bad thing. But in your case, it's a good thing."
You stop for a minute.
You lick your lips, "So....what does that mean? What happened?"
"It means he's improved. His mind is working faster. His brain activity has picked up a more steady pace. There's a more likely chance he'll be waking up soon."
"I'm coming down there." You say. You skip even changing out of your pajamas and slide on your coat.
"Well, now, dont do that-"
"Too late. I'm awake. No going back to sleep now."
"But ma'am, it's Christmas eve. You should sleep in. Enjoy the holiday."
"I will enjoy the holiday with my husband. At three o'clock in the morning. It's a new tradition I'm starting." You say sarcastically.
The lady sighs, "Okay. Have a nice....morning, ma'am."
"Thank you. Bye." You hang up quickly. You grab your car keys and head towards the door.
You can't believe after all these months, he's finally waking up.
- - - -
You look at Thomas expectantly, as if he'll wake up at any second. He continues sleeping. Except every now and you you could swear you see his eyes move under their closed lids. This is agonizing. This is like waiting for a death sentence. You know it's coming, but it's taking forever.
You lean over and rest your head on his chest again, feeling comfortable and slightly safe, even though he's fast asleep. You slowly blink until your eyes close, pulling you under.
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