one hundred and sixty three

Jenny’s POV

I blinked, trying to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room. My eyes were drawn to the stark white ceiling, a stark contrast to the chaos of thoughts swirling in my mind. A sudden sound broke the silence, pulling my attention towards the door where Elijah appeared.

And that's when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, I was in a hospital. Memories flooded back, the rush of preparing for my wedding day halted by a searing pain that had robbed me of consciousness.

As Elijah settled into the chair beside me, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over me like a tidal wave. My thoughts raced, consumed by the well-being of my unborn child. Is she safe? Did I lose the pregnancy? The uncertainty was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, all I could do was cling to hope, a fragile lifeline amid the unknown. Elijah's presence offered a sliver of comfort in the sea of worry that threatened to