Chapter8

#Chapter8

When I enter the room, my girl is laying in the hospital bed with a distant look in her eyes, her imagination had probably taken her far away like so many times before.

She'd always say it's a part of being an introvert but the way she could just escape reality always worried me slightly.

I sit on the chair by her bed and uncounciously reach for her hand, squeezing it slightly. She doesn't pull away, but she doesn't react either.

It turned out that the vomiting actually was from the pregnancy; well that, and the fact that she just started walking around after laying for several months. It confused her body.

Everything else about her health seems okay, like it was before the accident, and she's returning home in a day if everything's alright.

/"A-are you okay? How are you feeling?/" I cough to conceal the fact that I just stuttered.

Since when do I fucking stutter?