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Beeping, slow and steady entered her ears first. Then the foot steps of some unknown being clicked in. Struggling she opened her eyes. A fog seemed to have settled over her vision, making everything into blurs of color. The blur that she had heard come to her before murmured something, but she couldn’t make it out.

She tried to move her mouth but her muscles seemed to be detached and unwilling to obey her. Her heart raced as the thought that she would never be able to speak again hit her but the increased beeping that had brought her to forced her to calm herself.

Blinking she willed herself to see slightly more clearly. The blur was now a woman in white clothes bending over her.

“Hwuny? Twere’s som’un on the phone for you.” Her voice slowly cleared with each word, but she could barely register what was being said until suddenly a phone was put against her ear.

“Mm?” Was all she could manage but that little concerned her, at least her mouth was willing to move a bit.

“Adi baby, is that you? Baby, are you alright? Everything’s going to be ok. Don’t worry you’re safe now. I’m here.”

Streaming lights flooded her vision. Tires screeching. A scream. Her scream. And everything went black.

* * *

Suddenly she found herself in a chair, a phone tucked to her ear, as tears tumbled softly down her face. Everything was perplexing... the shape of her hands, the moistness on her face, the strange soft voice that was speaking to her like it knew her. Had she been talking to it all this time?

“I don’t know how to explain it any better than that Adria and if you can’t accept it ask the doctors. I’m tired of you blaming this on me.”

The words floated around her... did she know what he was talking about? Could she even speak?

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

The voice seemed to harden and sounded faintly familiar, “You know exactly what I’m saying Adi, you’re not still on anesthetics. You can’t pretend to hide from this anymore. I’m sorry I’m being so hard but I can’t keep on like this. You need to accept it and move on. Let them help you. You’ve been there almost two months.”

She knew that voice. Joel. Why was he so angry? Had she done something? The last thing she remembered was... moving boxes. A cold house and Emma helping her unpack. Bending over and aching. What had happened since then.

“Joel, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? What’s got you so angry?”

Her heart sank in her chest as she heard the breathing slow on the other end of the line. He had finally broken with no hope of repair.

“Joel?” Her voice was so alien to her. Faint. Distant. Old.

The sound of crying crackled through the phone.

“I-I can’t do this anymore Adi, I just can’t-” His sentence interrupted by sudden deep breathes; She knew his anxiety was in full force.

Her heart fluttered as his words sunk in. This was it. It was over. Years of shared experience, trials, and one passion felt night, all lost. The memories flooded her mind and just as quickly as they came turned to vapor.

“There’s no way, I mean, can’t we just try-?” She couldn’t finish her sentence. A fresh wave of guilty struck her once more. If only, the phrase that doomed her kept running through her head. Self-doubt pulled at her. There was no way to fix whatever she’d done.

Finally pulling himself together Joel was able to speak. He croaked out, “I know you can’t stay on long...”

What do you mean? She thought as she fingered the cord of the phone around her finger, she wasn’t anywhere new, was she?

A strange sensation tingled up her spine as she looked around herself for what seemed like the first time. Everything was sterile white. The wide hallway she sat in had several doors on either side with numbers on the doors and odd little windows above them. One door, 818, seemed oddly familiar to her. Where the hell am I?

“Ay-”

“Where am I. Joel. Where the hell am I?” Panic stated to set in, if she didn’t know where she was, did she really know him, was any of this real?

“Adi calm down. You’re at the hospital.”

“Why the hell am I in the hospital. I’m not sick. What’s going on Jo, what’s going on?” She looked down at herself, she was in a thin paper dress. For the first time she realize her stomach ached. Something was missing...

There was emptiness in her heart. Something special had happened to her. She had been holding something no one could touch... New life. New life was growing in her.

“Joel, where’s the baby?” There was a silence on the other end of the phone that told her she wasn’t off track. But he wasn’t answering fast enough. The questions kept pouring out in her mind.

“Joel. Where’s the baby.” Her voice was hard. Its harshness surprised her.

She could sense him physical recoil from the question, was this why he had said what he did before? Had she done something to loose the baby? Was it his? The room began to fade in and out, spinning as she waited for his answer.

“Baby, there was an accident.”

Black spots dotted her vision as she stood. Feeling the world slip out from under her feet she reached for the counter the phone rested upon. Her hand slipped off it like jell-o. Her hands were covered in sweat. Just before she hit the floor she heard his voice drift over her like a fog.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

Description
Beeping, slow and steady entered her ears first. Then the foot steps of some unknown being clicked in. Struggling she opened her eyes. A fog seemed to have settled over her vision, making everything into blurs of color. The blur that she had heard come to her before murmured something, but she couldn’t make it out.

She tried to move her mouth but her muscles seemed to be detached and unwilling to obey her. Her heart raced as the thought that she would never be able to speak again hit her but the increased beeping that had brought her to forced her to calm herself.

Blinking she willed herself to see slightly more clearly. The blur was now a woman in white clothes bending over her.

“Hwuny? Twere’s som’un on the phone for you.” Her voice slowly cleared with each word, but she could barely register what was being said until suddenly a phone was put against her ear.

“Mm?” Was all she could manage but that little concerned her, at least her mouth was willing to move a bit.

“Adi baby, is that you? Baby, are you alright? Everything’s going to be ok. Don’t worry you’re safe now. I’m here.”

Streaming lights flooded her vision. Tires screeching. A scream. Her scream. And everything went black.

* * *

Suddenly she found herself in a chair, a phone tucked to her ear, as tears tumbled softly down her face. Everything was perplexing... the shape of her hands, the moistness on her face, the strange soft voice that was speaking to her like it knew her. Had she been talking to it all this time?

“I don’t know how to explain it any better than that Adria and if you can’t accept it ask the doctors. I’m tired of you blaming this on me.”

The words floated around her... did she know what he was talking about? Could she even speak?

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

The voice seemed to harden and sounded faintly familiar, “You know exactly what I’m saying Adi, you’re not still on anesthetics. You can’t pretend to hide from this anymore. I’m sorry I’m being so hard but I can’t keep on like this. You need to accept it and move on. Let them help you. You’ve been there almost two months.”

She knew that voice. Joel. Why was he so angry? Had she done something? The last thing she remembered was... moving boxes. A cold house and Emma helping her unpack. Bending over and aching. What had happened since then.

“Joel, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? What’s got you so angry?”

Her heart sank in her chest as she heard the breathing slow on the other end of the line. He had finally broken with no hope of repair.

“Joel?” Her voice was so alien to her. Faint. Distant. Old.

The sound of crying crackled through the phone.

“I-I can’t do this anymore Adi, I just can’t-” His sentence interrupted by sudden deep breathes; She knew his anxiety was in full force.

Her heart fluttered as his words sunk in. This was it. It was over. Years of shared experience, trials, and one passion felt night, all lost. The memories flooded her mind and just as quickly as they came turned to vapor.

“There’s no way, I mean, can’t we just try-?” She couldn’t finish her sentence. A fresh wave of guilty struck her once more. If only, the phrase that doomed her kept running through her head. Self-doubt pulled at her. There was no way to fix whatever she’d done.

Finally pulling himself together Joel was able to speak. He croaked out, “I know you can’t stay on long...”

What do you mean? She thought as she fingered the cord of the phone around her finger, she wasn’t anywhere new, was she?

A strange sensation tingled up her spine as she looked around herself for what seemed like the first time. Everything was sterile white. The wide hallway she sat in had several doors on either side with numbers on the doors and odd little windows above them. One door, 818, seemed oddly familiar to her. Where the hell am I?

“Ay-”

“Where am I. Joel. Where the hell am I?” Panic stated to set in, if she didn’t know where she was, did she really know him, was any of this real?

“Adi calm down. You’re at the hospital.”

“Why the hell am I in the hospital. I’m not sick. What’s going on Jo, what’s going on?” She looked down at herself, she was in a thin paper dress. For the first time she realize her stomach ached. Something was missing...

There was emptiness in her heart. Something special had happened to her. She had been holding something no one could touch... New life. New life was growing in her.

“Joel, where’s the baby?” There was a silence on the other end of the phone that told her she wasn’t off track. But he wasn’t answering fast enough. The questions kept pouring out in her mind.

“Joel. Where’s the baby.” Her voice was hard. Its harshness surprised her.

She could sense him physical recoil from the question, was this why he had said what he did before? Had she done something to loose the baby? Was it his? The room began to fade in and out, spinning as she waited for his answer.

“Baby, there was an accident.”

Black spots dotted her vision as she stood. Feeling the world slip out from under her feet she reached for the counter the phone rested upon. Her hand slipped off it like jell-o. Her hands were covered in sweat. Just before she hit the floor she heard his voice drift over her like a fog.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.”