Zach's promise
High cream white ceiling, a glass chandelier, bright white lights but not blinding, the sound of the airconditioner; these are the first things Amy picked up on when she came to. She was lying on a soft plush bed. The sheets comfortably warmed up her body in the early morning hours. She looked at the wall clock and saw it was a little before eight in the morning.
'Where am I?' she mused in confusion.
A familiar smell wafted to her nose. Then she saw the catheter connected to her wrist and the drip hooked beside her bed.
'The hospital but why.....?'
Brief scenarios from the night before flashed in her mind. She had a bad dream about losing Zach and the baby.... The baby... There was a pool of blood between her legs-