My horror was indescribable.
“Of course you want to see the baby,” Abby said, and lowered the bundle until it was right in front of my face.
It was a baby, all right.
A baby covered in a very fine coat of black hair all over its little body. It was nestled deep in the white blanket. I stared at it, mesmerized. Horrified.
The baby moved a bit onto its side and the change in position caused a single wing to flap out of the blanket. It was as thin and delicate as a bat’s, wrinkled in its folded state and covered with throbbing veins. The baby lifted its head and opened its eyes.
They were a dark black-brown, like Abby’s, like she had said. The baby did have her eyes.
The baby then opened its mouth to reveal shark-like teeth. It regarded me with contempt and, in a rush of guttural, vibrating words that reached deep into my skul , said, “I’m stil inside you. You can’t get me out.”
The old man’s scream finally found its way to me, blasting down the hal like a radio that has just switched on.
He screamed for the both of us.
Moments later, I was in an operating room with an exquisite pain tearing through my insides. The same doctor who pushed my gurney earlier lifted his head sharply. He was between my legs, blood on his arms. He looked at someone off to his right.
“Patient’s awake!”
I felt a commotion behind my head, a few beeps from machines, and a mask was placed over my mouth. My eyes rolled back.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Perry?” I heard Ada’s voice sink into my brain like a soft feather.
I groaned and tried to move. The stiffness scared me and I had a flashback of being tied down with leather straps, but after a few attempts I was able to lift my arms.
Barely, but I could tel they weren’t constrained.
I forced my eyes open. I was staring up at the ceiling again, the same perforated white panels. Dread fil ed my heart. I thought that had been a dream.
I brought my head to left, in the direction I had heard Ada’s voice, but was immediately met with a crushing pressure inside my skul and my vision fil ed with a swarm of spinning black dots. I shut my eyes hard as a moan escaped my lips.
“Easy, easy,” another voice said. It was female, measured and soothing. “You’ve been through a lot. You’re in the hospital. You’re with a nurse, me, I’m Sheila. And you’re with your sister, Ada. Your mother just stepped out for a moment. She’l be back. Just rest. There’s no rush.”
I let out a deep breath and tried to open my eyes again. I felt my hand being grabbed by slender, slightly-sweaty fingers and Ada’s anxious face fil ed my vision.
“Perry, it’s me,” she said softly. Her eyes were wet and I could see her heavy eye-makeup had created sticky trails of dark tears.
“Ada,” I said slowly. “What happened? Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital. You fel down at work and… and…”
She trailed off and looked behind her. She kept hold of my hand while a woman came into my view.
She had squinty eyes that portrayed a wealth of kindness and a ruddy complexion that came in your fifties.
“Perry. I’m Sheila.” The apples of her cheeks raised pleasingly as she talked. “What was the last thing you remember?”
“I was at work,” I told her. I must have sounded unsure because the last place I really remembered was a hospital just like this one. “I was cleaning the bathroom. I had these real y bad cramps again, this terrible pain. I fel over onto the ground.”
I didn’t mention the wasp. That would have been a bit too weird, and in this case, probably irrelevant. If it even happened at all .
She smiled as if she were confirming everything I said.
“Yes. Your co-workers found you in the bathroom. The door was locked so they had to break it down. They found you on the ground, unconscious. They said the lights were off. Do you remember turning off the lights?”
“No,” I said softly. “They just turned off. At the same time I had the pain. I don’t know why.”
She nodded and leaned a bit closer. Ada stil had hold of my hand.
“Do you remember waking up during the surgery?”
Sheila asked quietly.
“That was real?” I blurted out.
Sheila exchanged a glance with Ada and gave me a sad smile. “Sometimes we don’t know how much anaesthesia to give. Because you came here in an unconscious state, it made things difficult. We couldn’t be sure what was wrong with you until we did the ultrasound.”
Ultrasound? At the sound of that my veins felt replaced with vinegar and it wasn’t because of the IV my other arm was hooked up to.
“Did you know you were pregnant, Perry?”
Pregnant!? My eyes widened and Sheila looked a bit chagrined.
“You didn’t know,” she said to no one in particular.
“Pregnant?” I managed to exclaim. “I wasn’t pregnant!”
“Yes, I’m afraid you were, Perry.”
No. I wasn’t! I had my period like a month ago. Oh my God. That would be impossible. I would have been almost three months pregnant. “That’s not…you’re wrong.”
She was wrong. And crazy. How could she think I was pregnant? The idea was ludicrous.
“We weren’t wrong,” Sheila said. “And I’m sorry to say that you lost the child.”
“Child?” WHAT CHILD?!
I heard a whimper from Ada and I craned my head back to look at her, ignoring the spots at the corner of my vision.
“Ada. What’s going on? Why are they saying this? You know me…I wasn’t pregnant!”
She wiped the corner of her eyes and looked at Sheila before saying anything.
“But you could have been. Couldn’t you have? You had gained some weight. You were sick all the time, you felt pukey, you were tired and cranky.”
“I’m always that way! Plus I had my period.”
“How many times?” Sheila asked, straightening up.
“Twice,” I told her.
“Were they heavy or light?”
“Very light…but, that stil counts…”
Nurse Sheila brought out the chart from the bottom of the bed and started flipping through it. Her face was stil fairy Godmother-ish but was acting more authoritative.
“Unfortunately, your period is not always the best sign of not being pregnant. It’s rare, but in cases like yours, it does happen.”