I slowly regained consciousness; the light from the hospital fluorescent bulb seemed brighter than normal, and surrounding voices from activities going on gradually registered in my mind as I moved my eyelids open and shut to accommodate the light rays. How many hours I was gone for I could not tell; all I knew at that point was that the reality of where I was lying, how I ended up there in the hospital, and the excruciating pain I felt in my head juggled my memory.
I hope my baby is fine. I thought to myself, groaning. While trying to move my hand to touch my stomach, I felt Rowan’s fingers intertwined with mine. It was delightful to feel the warmth his hand brought at that moment, which attempted to ease the raging storm going on non-stop in my head.
Somehow his presence was both comfo
