JESSICA
I woke up to the sound of an incessant beeping piercing through my deep slumber. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I slowly forced them open. Above me, a brown ceiling came into focus. I turned my head to the side and saw the source of the beeping. It was a medical machine, beeping rhythmically and displaying some readings—was that my heart rate or pulse?
At the thought, my mind flashed to the last memory I could remember. Jack, his face etched with desperation as he carried me towards his car in an attempt to save my baby. The thought of my baby sent a jolt of anguish through my heart. Was my baby gone? How did I get here? I might have passed out from the stress and the fear before he even got to the car.
I glanced down at myself, noticing the fresh clothes I was wearing—sim
