I was still feeling in confusion and my thoughts were running wild when she spoke again, bringing me out of my head.
“Yes, I know. They are fantastic people, but I do not want you to be hurt because I hid this from you. I want to arrange an apartment for you, so you stay there. You can also work with me at the hospital, so I can monitor you. Wilson and Ashley are very obsessive and very violent.” She said, and I saw the pain behind her words.
Her eyes carried all the emotions of a mother who was really scared for her children even though she cared so much about them. She moved her black long hair from her back and lifted it slightly so I could see a scar on her neck.
“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned because the scar looked like it was a very deep and long gash on the back of her neck.
“Wilson. I refused to let him do something that his second self craved, and he tried to kill me. I barely escaped with my life. I do not want you to have to deal with all of that. I truly hope that you do understand and not think that I am trying to rid you of my home as yours.” she explained, and I was truly surprised that she cared about me so much to share such with me.
“Does everyone know?” I asked.
“No, it used to be just their father and me with the kids but since I have told you about it today, you now know too,” she said.
“What about treatment? Are they on medications or therapy for it?” I asked again.
“Well, that was why I had a career change in the middle of my blossoming realtor career. That was even how I met their father. He also had the same condition but when he fell in love with me, it was like everything about him healed. We later became mates and one day, he jumped off the top of the house screaming my name.”
“If I had not been too busy at the hospital, I would have gone home early, and it would be difficult to convince the police that I did not push him off.” She explained, and I saw the pain in her eyes. I did not know how recent what had happened was, but I knew that the pain was still very fresh and so was the memory too.
“I am really sorry about that, Mrs. Edna” I comforted, genuinely sad that she has had to deal with this for most of her life.
“It’s fine. I have gotten used to the routine. Almost does not feel like I am wasting my time watching over my two mentally ill kids navigate life. Occasionally, I wonder what I would be doing if I did not have to be with them all the time.” She said, and I could see the longing in her eyes.
My heart broke for her, she seemed so sad but bound by duty. I wondered if that was why I ran from whatever I feared that made me end up in the ditch.
“You can still decide to take charge of your life, though. I am not convinced that it is too late. It hasn’t been fair that you have had to give up a lot. Take some of your life back, Mrs. Edna, even if it is just a bit of it.” I advised.
“Oh, preggo.” She sighed and held my hands warmly.
“Thank you so much. You are so wise. You will make a good Luna.” She said, and then the mild headache started again.
It usually comes when I hear some words. It throbs for some minutes and then stops, especially when I do not push my brain to try to remember more.
“Thank you. You have been the kindest to me. I do not take it for granted and I hope that sometime when everything is settled for me, I can pay you back for all the good things you have done for me.” I said, squeezing her palms back, sincerely feeling grateful for having her around at this time.
When we got to the hospital, the little boy was stable but unconscious. Something about the little boy seemed oddly familiar.
I felt like I had seen him before and when I placed my hands on his body to give him a reassuring squeeze, I felt an electric surge pass through me and I saw a face. In that memory, the strange man called me his wife.
A shattering headache pierced my skull and I saw everywhere turn black for a moment. I staggered to the wall and relaxed my back on it.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes slowly and tried to locate Mrs. Edna. I could feel myself not getting better and slowly losing consciousness.
“Preggo?” I heard Mrs. Edna call out to me, and I could see her figure running towards me and wearing gloves quickly.
She was screaming at the other doctors around me to get to me and I could hear my bare back scratching the clinic’s wall as I slid down.
Someone caught me before I fell, I looked up and locked eyes with Wilson. His face was pale, and his eyes looked very scared. It was like he was having a nightmare. I didn’t know why until I felt warm liquid trickle down my legs, I turned slightly to see what it was and touched it.
“Noo! Please! Save my babies. Please save my babies.” I cried when I saw the blood in my hands.
Mrs. Edna got to me and immediately told another doctor to bring a stretcher so they could move me to the theater.
“Page O. R. Get me Dr. Kirsten too. Wilson, I need you to keep her steady.” Mrs. Edna ordered.
Everyone was running around, and I slowly slipped out of consciousness, I heard Wilson mumble something along the lines of, “I love you, my pretty queen” and then finally, everything went black