A Beautiful, Terrible Thing by Jen Waite

Author:Jen Waite
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2017-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

BEFORE

“YOU lost a little more blood than we’d like, so we’re going to keep monitoring your blood pressure, OK?” The doctor peeled red gloves from her hands. “Nothing major but outside the normal range. I gave you a shot to help you clot, and we’re going to keep an eye on your blood pressure for the next couple of days just to be safe.”

“Was that the shot directly into my butt?” I said, and tried to give a wry smile. I turned my head to look at Louisa. The nurse was taking her measurements on a table across the room.

“That was the one. Fun, huh?” The doctor smiled.

“I barely felt it,” I said. I wanted to ask some questions, but I felt too weak and closed my eyes instead.

A nurse came over and said, “I’m going to press on your stomach. We want to get any clots and extra blood out, OK?” I nodded, and she placed two large hands on my stomach and pushed down hard. “Oooooh,” was the only noise I could make. I felt a river of blood come flowing out of me and then heard it splash on the floor.

“OK, honey, so that was a lot that just came out. I’m going to take your blood pressure right now, OK?”

I nodded again. “Marco,” I whispered, and held out my hand. He put his phone into his pocket and held my hand. “You’re fine, baby. This is all normal.”

“Hmm,” the nurse said as the cuff loosened around my arm. “It’s a little low but not too bad. I’ll take it again in an hour. You should be fine to go into a recovery room. Hey, Dad”—the nurse looked to Marco—“do you two have a private recovery room?”

Marco put away his phone again and looked at the nurse blankly.

“We’re on the waiting list for a private room,” I said from the chair. “The front desk lady said all the private rooms were occupied when we were admitted but to check with her when we were actually going to our room for the night.”

“I’ll go check,” Marco said quickly, and left the room.

“What happens if there’s no private rooms?” I asked the nurse.

“Then you share a room with someone else and Hubby gets to go home for the night,” she said with a small laugh. I felt the rest of the blood drain from my face.

Marco walked back in the room, and the nurse and I looked at him expectantly. “She said there are still no private rooms tonight but there might be one tomorrow night.” He looked up from his phone. “Having a work crisis anyway, so I’ll just go straight to work after you and the baby get settled.”

I tried to catch Marco’s eyes to show him that I needed him. “I really don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whispered.

“I know, baby.” Marco took my hand. “But it’s just one night and then I’ll be with you guys tomorrow night.”

The nurse brought a wheelchair into the room, and Marco and she lifted me into it.

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