Chapter 10: She Said She's Tired of Life. She Must be Tired of Something.

I woke up in a quiet room, the only noise coming from two beeping machines beside me. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. The light that flooded my vision was blinding. I groaned a little and sat up. The only other person in the room was Brendon. He was asleep in a chair across the room. He stirred as I reached for the small, pink cup of water on the table beside me.
"You're awake?" He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I should go get the doc-"
" No," I cut him off. "What happened?"
"You passed out in the bathroom. You've been out for almost two whole days." He paused. "We...we made funeral arrangements..." He added, throwing his glance to the floor as a tear raced down his cheek, splashing onto the tile. My eyes teared up and I wiped the salty drops away quickly as a nurse came through the door.

"Mrs. Smith. It's nice to see you awake," She smiled. "How are you feeling." She grabbed a clipboard from the foot of the bed and wrote something down.
"Like shit. Mentally and physically." She adjusted something on one of the monitors. It beeped then went silent.
"Baby seems to be doing fine. And aside from a little bit of nausea, you seem to be doing alright too. Should be able to go home by tomorrow." She pushed a few more buttons on a machine before leaving.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"Ryan went to get food. Aleks went home for a few hours to change and get a shower. He's gonna bring you some clothes too."
"Have you left at all?"
"No. I told the doctors I was your brother. They let me stay."
"Sweet." I whispered and leaned back against the bed.

"We're back!" Aleks squeaked as he and Ryan came through the door. Ryan was carrying a McDonald's bag that was radiating a freshly burnt grease smell and Aleks had a blue duffel bag over his shoulder that I assumed contained clothes for me. They both hugged me before Ryan began distributing the food to everyone. We ate in silence, except for the constant beeping beside me, indicating the baby's steady heartbeat.

"This probably isn't the best time to talk about this, but...uhm...we made funeral arrangements," My stomach twisted and I had to work hard to keep my food down. "It's this Friday...at noon." Brendon explained. I sighed.
"I'm not ready for that..."