The Abandoned Witch

Chapter 3

Anna’s POV

Slowly opening my eyes, I look around. Where am I? Why does my body feel so heavy? What happened? Everything spins around my head at once. My brain is nothing but fog. Then it all comes flooding back. He cheated on me and gave up on us. A single tear rolls down my cheek as the nurse comes in on her rounds. “Oh, good, you’re awake. We were starting to wonder if you would wake up in time,” the nurse says as she checks my vitals. In time for what I wonder. Then I noticed how big my stomach had gotten. I didn’t think I was out for that long, but obviously, I was wrong. How long was I out? Trying to speak up, nothing but a small croak comes out. My throat is sore, and my mouth is dry. I am unable to speak. “Don’t worry, dear. Dr. Miller will be in shortly and explain everything to you. I will get you some water in the meantime,” the nurse says as she slips out of the room.

Looking around, I see many flowers and cards, but I already know none are from Trey. Why would they be? He no longer loved me. He was with that slut instead. Wondering about my next step, I looked down at my stomach. Whatever my next step would be, I knew it had to be in the best interest of my sweet baby. It struck me how funny it was. For years, Trey pressured me into having a baby, and after so many miscarriages, then one that sticks, he won’t have anything to do with. Severs the bastard, right. He should never have given up on me. Looking around, I try to find my cell phone; I doubt it has a charge, but I should start charging it so I can call Mom. She’ll help me figure things out. She always does. Not seeing it anywhere, I sigh, oh well, I’ll find it later.

The nurse returns with the water and the doctor. I take a sip of the cool liquid and cherish the feeling in my throat. Nothing beats cool water on a sore throat. I can see Dr. Miller waiting for my attention, but I’m unsure I’m ready to hear what he has to say. Taking a deep breath, I look at him, and damn is he hot. Running my eyes up and down his body, I would drool if my mouth wasn’t so dry. His broad shoulders and sculpted abs showing through his shirt made me want to take it all off. Looking at his face, I could see his sparkling blue eyes, and I knew if I was not careful, I would get lost in them. Scolding myself mentally, I shake my head. Seeing him smirk at me, I blush.

“If you don’t mind, I want to start now. I also have others to see to,” Dr. Miller says. Nodding, I let him physically check things in silence as I check him out myself. Feeling his strong hands on me as he checks different things makes it hard not to moan. Even when Trey was attentive to my needs, he could never get the reaction Dr. Miller was getting from me. “Do you know your name?” he asks, pulling me out of my daze. Nodding, I wonder how bad things were if he didn’t think I would remember my own name. “Good. Do you remember your accident?” he asks. That one would be hard to forget. I can’t nod, but a tear slips out of my eye, assuring Dr. Miller that I remember. “Alright, one last question. Were you aware that you were pregnant?” Nodding, I smiled at how this little one made me happy, and I couldn’t wait to meet her. “Good. Now, I want you not to freak out too much over what I’m about to tell you.” Nodding, I wait.

“You’ve been in a coma for almost 6 months. You are now full term, and to be honest, we were going to do a C-Section tomorrow if you hadn’t woken up. Though that is still a possibility as your body is still weak.” Taking a deep breath, I nod. My sweet girl could be here as soon as tomorrow. I need to talk to Mom now. I don’t know what I will do if I have to have her before I can get out of the hospital or what I will do when we are out of the hospital. Going to my husband is obviously not an answer, but I don’t want to be a burden on my parents either. Sighing, I drink more water while Dr. Miller continues his tests. As Dr. Miller goes to leave, he stops and turns. “Let me know if there is anything you need. I know this can’t be easy on you.” I smile at his kindness.

Finally, I can speak. Turning to the nurse, I ask, “Do you know when my husband was last in?” The nurse turns and looks confused, “I’m sorry, dear, but other than your mother, you haven’t had any visitors since you arrived here.” Why did that not surprise me? “Can you call my mother and let her know I am awake and ready to talk?” I ask. The nurse smiles and nods as she walks away to call Mom. I start to think of my next few steps. I will have to talk to Mom and Dad about me and the baby moving in with them once we are released from the hospital. It will take a few months, but once I’m back on my feet, I guess I could return to work at the hospital. I haven’t worked since Trey, and I married, as he insisted I be his perfect housewife. I missed working and helping care for the kids in the hospital’s pediatric wing. After that, I could save up and get a small apartment. The baby and I didn’t need too much, just enough to be on our own. Things would work out for the best for us; I would make sure of it.

I must have nodded off as I woke to Mom and Dad coming in. Smiling at them, I couldn’t help but think everything would be fine. We chat for a while before Dad has to get back to work. After he leaves, Mom turns around and looks at me. “I don’t have much time before the doctor or nurse comes back, so I need you to listen and listen carefully.” “OK, Mom, but what is it? You seem nervous.” “We don’t have much time before you give birth, and I need to prepare you for what’s to come. Now listen, you can’t trust anyone else with this information. Just me and your dad. Amelia, the women in our family, have had magical powers after giving birth for the first time. It has been this way for centuries, and we don’t quite know why. Not many witches have been left in the world since the Salem Witch Trials, but our line survived. Some would harm you and harm your baby should they find out. You have to be careful,” Mom says hurriedly. “Mom, I think I already have them. On the day of my accident, I made a cyclist float off the ground. I couldn’t make sense of it at the time, but I do know it happened.” “It must have been the pain of what happened with Trey mixed with your love for your child,” she replies. She goes to say more, but Dr. Miller comes in, and she goes silent.

“With you both here, I would like to discuss the timing for Amelia’s C-Section. Now, we can wait until she goes into labor naturally, or we can go ahead and do the C-Section that we had planned for tomorrow.” Looking at Mom, I can tell that she and I both agree. “I think we would like to wait until she goes into labor naturally,” I say. I’m in no rush to have my daughter here with us. I need to be stronger for her. I need to be stronger for both of us. As I go to say this to Dr. Miller, a wave of pain hits me. “Damn, that hurts,” I barely mutter. Dr. Miller looks at me as if in shock. Mom already knows, and the next wave of pain confirms it. I’m in labor.