I laid on the bed with Dallas crying again he has been unconscious for three weeks now and I'm slowly losing hope. I was so stressed I miscarried the baby and felt the guilt eating me alive. I refuse to leave my husband cause he could wake and I needed to be here when he does.
"please come back Dallas I need you",I cried in his shoulder. He was breathing on his own but he still wouldn't wake up.
Kansas came in and forced me to shower and eat but the food tasted bland. I washed and shaved but every time I looked at my belly I cried. The baby was gone thanks to me and Dallas may never forgive me for it. I dried off and dressed in my comfy clothes Kansas brought me. Coming out he made me sit and eat with him. I was taking another bite when a loud cuss and moan made us both jump.
"Dallas,I
