Opening my eyes, I look around. I am lying on a bed. Gloves and aprons are at the right of me, and there is a curtain all around me. Why am I here? I know it is the hospital. I know I felt dizzy.

“Megan, you’re awake,” Mark states as he walks through the end curtain.

“Why am I here?” I question.

“You collapsed.”

“Is ‘Bump’ okay?” I ask, placing my hand on my belly.

“The doctors say so. They are going to do a scan to check though.”

“Thank you,” I say to Mark, keeping my hand on “Bump”. She must be okay. I can’t lose her, as she is my world. She is the only person that can’t hurt me.

“What for? Causing you to collapse?”

“Don't blame yourself. I hadn’t eaten.” A tear rolls down my face; he is partly to blame. If he hadn’t lied or upset me, I would have eaten. I want Mark to go away and never come back, but I don’t want to be alone.

“I'll go find the doctor,” Mark says.

“Can you get me a drink, please?” I ask him.

Mark walks closer to the bed, planting a little butterfly kiss onto my head. “I'll see what I can do.” More tears go rolling down my face. Why?

I lie there, listening to the sounds and rubbing “Bump”. With tears rolling down my face, I need them to hurry up. I need to know that “Bump” is okay. It is nice that Mark has stayed with me. He really does care about me. I feel safe with him. Did I overreact to the issue with Karen?

“Miss Madden, nice to see you’re awake. I'm Dr. Smith.”

“Please call me, Megan,” Dr. Smith has blonde hair that looks like he might bleach and warm hazel eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he questions.

Blushing, I tell him, “Silly."

“Why?”

“I should have eaten, and then I wouldn't be here.”

“Very true, and the past couple of days’ stress has not helped you either.”

“Sorry, men just cause stress normally.”

The doctor stands there tittering. “My wife says the same. Now, that you are awake, I want to scan “Bump” and check that all is okay. Nurse Ward will be here soon with the machine.”

“Thank you.”

“Your boyfriend has just gone to the café to get you a drink.”

“He is just a friend,” I state.

“He's been very worried about you.”

“Really?” I question.

“Yes, Megan.”

The curtain opens and in comes Mark and a nurse with the scanning machine. “Hi, Miss Madden.” 

“Hi, please call me Megan.” Mark places the snacks in the chair behind my head.

“You know what’s going to happen, Megan?” Dr. Smith questions.

“I do. This is going to be cold. Very cold,” I joke.

“Do you want Mark to leave?” Dr. Smith questions.

“He can stay if he wants.”

“I'll stay. I’m not going anywhere,” Mark states.

I smile, letting him take hold of my hand. Nurse Ward slides my jumper up, revealing “Bump”. I feel my eyes start filling up. What if something has happened to “Bump”? Mark's grip gets tighter.

Dr. Smith places a little gel onto my belly. It is so cold. I can feel my heart beating through my chest, and begin to think, what if something has happened to her? I look away, facing Mark’s stomach.

“There she is. All looks fine,” Dr. Smith says, and I suddenly turn to face the monitor while tears roll down my checks.

“Are you sure?” Mark asks.

“Yes, all looks fine. I am still keeping you in overnight though, Megan, to keep an eye on you.”

“Wow, it's so amazing,” Mark states.

“Is this the first scan you have seen, Mark?” Nurse Ward questions.

“Yes, it is,” Mark answers.

I lie there and look at the monitor, glued to how she looks. She is fine. Dr. Smith points out everything on the scan to Mark, who continues to hold onto my hand. His grip has loosened a little bit.

“You will be transferred to a room shortly, Megan. Please press the bell if you need anything,” Nurse Ward informs me.

“Thank you.” I turn to face Mark, who is standing in amazement. “Are you okay, Mark?” I ask him.

“Yes, just amazed. Oh, I have got you drinks and some food.”

“Thank you. You can go whenever you want. Thank you for staying.”

“Megan, I am not leaving. We will work through this. Here.” Mark passes me a bag with a bottle of water, sandwich and roast chicken crisps. He knows me well. I am so happy to have normal food. I know how bad hospital meals can be, and it is nice to have semi-healthy food. I smile, finally having something to eat. I start to feel immediately better. Food was the key. Mark takes a seat in the chair, keeping an eye on me.

“Megan, we are ready to transfer you to the other ward. Please, relax. Get away for a few days,” Dr. Smith informs me.

“I will relax.”

“We will go to the cabin, Megan,” Mark says.

“We will see,” I state in a firm voice.

 

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I am so happy it is morning, and I can finally go home. Hospitals are not my idea of fun. With too much noise and flicking lights all night long, I have not had much sleep. I just want to go home and sleep the day away. Mark stayed the night in the chair. He didn’t want to leave me at all. He was very nice and informed Jenny I was in hospital. She has not messaged me though. That is the first thing I am going to do when I get out of here.