Regret

**Alexander’s POV**

“Alexander…” She croaked, bringing her hands up to cup my face.

Startled, I stood still as she ran her hands slowly down the length of my face.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Dr Patrick run around the room, picking up different medical devices.

I heard him mutter something along the lines of, “This is unbelievable!” as he stood beside me, to fix an IV line into Emily’s arm.

But, I ignored him, focusing my attention on Emily who was looking up at me like I was the only person in the room.

“Baby lay still,” I whispered, glancing between Emily and Dr Patrick who was trying to inject her with the fluid in the IV bag.

She did as I said, wincing when he had successfully injected it into her arm.

“How did I get here?” She muttered. Her voice sounded hoarse, like a piece of abrasive had been scraped over it continuously.

“I don’t know, you were brought in her—”

“You really shouldn’t be talking right now my lady, you deserve all the rest you can afford.” Dr Patrick butte