Fear. Confusion. Panic. This wasnât how I imagined it would turn out to be after Blake had finally let down his walls. I expected our happy ever after.
But ofcourse I was too naive to think that considering the fact that every single time weâre happy, the universe throws a shit ton of obstacles like we hadnât had enough as it is. 2 So as I stared at my husband getting wheeled into the ambulance with egg still in my hair and on my makeup free face well all I wanted to do was fucking ball my eyes out and ask why. 1 Why did everything bad have to happen to us? Why did we have to go through so much? Could we not just be happy? 2 I felt like a damn failure, not only did I not know what went wrong but I also was useless. I wasnât a doctor and I obviously couldnât diagnose or tell anyone a proper reason as to why he blacked out. 1 Could it be the sex last night? He did say I wore him out. Shit I just had to hop on my husbandâs dick and ride him, well, technically he rode me.â
I had already informed the medics of his amnesia and the bullet wound behind his head that wasnât a hundred percent cured yet.
So when one walked up to me quickly where I stood frozen watching them securely push the stretcher inside the ambulance, I all but got startled. I was in my own world.
âMaâam will you be coming along or would you come after?â He asked. He seemed a bit impatient.But who wasnât right now? I sure was, especially to know if my husband would wake up soon.
I stared at Blakeâs still body on the stretcher and watched as the medics worked on him. I turn to the pudgy short asian man. âNo, Iâll come afterwards. I need you to bring him to the hospital as soon as possible.â
I wanted to ride with Blake, be by his side but something told me that I was the one who caused his episode earlier. The way he looked at me like I was a ghost, his eyes glazed and confused. Something triggered him. I triggered him.
And something told me it was the eggs currently dried on my face and hair. I didnât want the Same thing to happen again when he woke up to see my egg face and hair. So I should probably clean up as best as I could before facing him again.
The asian man nods and scrambles back to the ambulance. As soon as he entered and closed the doors behind him, they drove off leaving me staring at them with misty eyes. I gulped the Jump I felt in my throat triggered him somehow. I could just only hope it wasnât a bad thing. âAshleyâ
Started at the sudden voice I turned around and was not surprised to see Christal running towards me. âWhat happened? Is everything okay?âShe questions when sheâs close beside me.
She no doubt saw the ambulance and I was sure she wasnât the only one. Just the only one who seemed to care enough to come out and noulurk out of the window like our other neighbors.
Her question instead of lifting a weight it adds more. âBlake blacked out and I donât know what caused it. I should be going to the hospital actually.â Her worried eyes scanned my face and I hoped she wouldnât point out the egg on my face and question it. âI can come with you if youâd like, I can drive? Itâs not the best decision to drive, especially stressed and in a hurry.â She suggested.
I shrugged because honestly my voice had seemed to be tired from all the crying and shouting I did before the ambulance came.
All went unheard by the one person I wanted to hear them.
Honestly I was surprised by her wanting to help when I had completely forgotten about showing her around. I was a bad neighbor while she was the best. âSure, let me just wash out the egg as quickly as I can.â I said and walked towards the house.
When I said I would wash out the eggs as quickly as I could, well it only took me five seconds. I wasnât sure it was the cleanest Iâve been but it should do.
As long as the eggs werenât transparent then thatâs fine. I didnât want Blake to go into cardiac arrest next if he saw me with egg on my hair and face.
âI hate hospitals.â Christal says beside me. My feet kept shaking nervously as I bit my nails. The stress wasnât good for the baby but I couldnât help it.
âMe too.â Especially when itâs your significant other getting operated on or otherwise. In our case I was at least thankful that the doctor mentioned Blakeâs case was not severe but wanted to get more tests done before anyone was allowed into the room.
âDo you think his parents will get here before he wakes up?â She questions. I shrugged not knowing the answer to that question.
Of course I had called Ryn and Ace right away before coming here but they were still at work without a doubt trying to get away to come here. I was certain that they were on their way. I also informed Ryan but havenât recieved a response as yet. He was likely on duty.
My phone buzzed and I quickly pulled it out from the pocket of my shorts. It was a text from Rosalie.
She wanted to know if I was home and wanted to talk to me face to face. I typed a quick text informning her that I was in the hospital which she quickly replied saying that she was on the way.
I pushed the phone back into my pocket only to pull it out when it rings. I quickly answer when momâs picture pops up. âHey mom.â I tried to not sound too croaky from the crying and shouting I had done earlier Big emphasis on tried.
âHey Ashley I was calling you to see if you could babysit Avery but never mind that. Whatâs wrong with you? Did something happen, are you okay?â She asks in a hurry, I could hear dadâs voice in the background already sounding panicked I nearly rolled my eyes. How could she even tell that something was wrong with me? Is this a mother thing! Insunctively my hands come to touch my still flat stomach. And to think I wouldâve told him the news of the pregnancy today.
He probably then wouldâve gone into cardiac arrest.
âNothingâs wrong with me, well not me.â I breathed out a sigh of exhaustion. âIt was Blake, he knocked out earlier and Iâm in the hospital waiting for the doctor to come over and give me the information.â My stomach is twisting with anxiety from just the wait.
âItâs not Ashley baby, itâs Blake!â Mom shouts and I had to pull the phone away from how loud she shouted.
âWeâre coming.â She says then hangs up. I pulled the phone away shaking my head. âWell bye to you too.â I mumble lowly pushing the phone back into my pocket.
âYou know Iâm going to give you props for staying so calm and collected.â Christal suddenly said, turning to me and smiles. 2 She had no idea that under that facade I was slowly going mad of not knowing what was going on and fucking terrified. But I held on to that string of hope that Blake would soon wake up, he had to. 14