Emma’s POV…
“Baby you look rough. I’ll be right back.”
Then darkness. I hate this. I hate being pulled into the abyss of nothingness. Am I awake or not? Am I alive? Oh my god I can’t be dead. I can’t leave Andrew to care for Watson alone. I have to see his little face. I need to see my baby.
I start to hear voices. They’re giving orders. I can’t make out what they’re saying. Andrew yells. He thinks I’m dead. Oh my god the dread in his voice makes my heart hurt.
The darkness pulls me under again. I’m waiting for reprieve, relief, something, anything, but nothing comes. The next thing I know I feel like all the air has been pulled out of my lungs. I can’t take a breath. I feel something on my face. I can’t identify the feeling. It’s foreign. It’s soft. It’s caressing me and I don’t kno
