I awoke once again in a sweat, the bed soaked through; more than last night though. Jackson awoke as soon as I sat up, “What’s wrong baby?”
“I don’t know, I don’t feel too good.” My stomach was churning; it was rock hard and the pain that radiated from my hips was agonising, “I think I need to go to the hospital.”
He turned the lamp on and lifted the blanket, then gasped before jumping out of the bed, “We need to go now!”, he yelled. I looked down to see the bed soaked in blood, my pyjamas the same crimson red colour.
Jackson didn’t hesitate; he leant down and lifted me from the bed then raced through the house, yelling for someone to call the doctor. He all but threw me into the passenger seat of his car and sped to the pack hospital; We got there within five minutes and into
