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 tell they weren"t constrained.
I forced my eyes open. I was staring up at the ceiling again, the same perforated white panels. Dread filled 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 skull and my vision filled 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"ll 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 filled 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 fell 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 really bad cramps again, this terrible pain. I fell 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 still 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 G.o.d. 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 still counts..."
Nurse Sheila brought out the chart from the bottom of the bed and started flipping through it. Her face was still fairy G.o.dmother-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."
Oh my G.o.d. My hand ripped out of Ada"s and flew to my mouth. How could I have been pregnant? My worst nightmare had actually come true and I wasn"t even aware of it.
"So...I"m not pregnant anymore. Did you give me an abortion?"
Sheila put the chart back and gave me a dry look. "No, dear. We did not give you an abortion. You had a miscarriage. We had to make sure that it was removed safely and properly. That"s what we had to do; it wouldn"t have been safe for you otherwise."
She looked between Ada and me and added, "It"s nothing to be ashamed of. It occurs more than you think, especially first pregnancies and especially when the mother isn"t looking after herself. But I a.s.sume the baby isn"t something you would have wanted."
Well, no, it wasn"t. Or wouldn"t have been. But it didn"t mean it wasn"t a shock to my body, my heart and my mind. I felt a million things but the one that stood out the most was that I was very, very afraid.
As if catching a bit of that feeling, Sheila came over to me and patted my arm. "You"re with your family now. You"ll be as right as rain. I"ll go get your mother and the doctor, in case you have more questions. You have nothing to worry about."
She left the room and walked out into the fluorescent lit hallway.
I looked at Ada. "What happened?"
"It"s like she said. Shay and Ash said they found you on the floor. You were totally pa.s.sed out. They said...there was a whole bunch of blood around you."
"Oh no," I closed my eyes. How embarra.s.sing this was, how bad it looked for the company.
"Perry, be happy you"re alive," she admonished me.
"How could I have been pregnant?" I repeated, even though it was starting to make sense to me. It did explain a lot of what had been going on.
"I know," she said. "I actually thought it last night but I didn"t want to say anything in front of mom. She doesn"t know you slept with Dex. Well, she didn"t know."
"Oh, G.o.d."
"Yeah, she obviously knows now. Dad too."
"f.u.c.k."
"I think they both want to kill him. Like, way more now than before."
Surprisingly, I felt no hatred toward Dex about this. This was just as much my fault. We didn"t use a condom. The thought had crossed my mind but I decided to ignore it and deal with the consequences later. And here I was. While I probably wouldn"t have kept the baby, the end result was the same. I was left with a ravaged body and a guilty conscious.
"Perry, honey," my mom said as she came inside the room. Her face was at maximum worry levels. However, as concerned as she looked, I picked up a tinge of frustration. After it was established that I was going to be OK, I was going to be in big BIG trouble with her and dad.
"Hi mom," I greeted her quietly. I suddenly felt extra embarra.s.sed.
She leaned over me and kissed my forehead, smelling like her heady tuberose perfume. Didn"t the hospital have rules about no smells?
I was going to stay strong and stubborn but the moment her eyes searched mine and I could see how upset she actually was, I weakened. "I"m so sorry, mom."
"It"s fine. We"ll talk about it later," she said, burying that last hint of annoyance somewhere. "The important thing is you"re going to be OK. It"s all going to stop now."
"She may have more cramps and bleeding over the next few weeks," a man"s voice cut into our conversation.
I raised my head to see who our new visitor was and my body froze in a mix of panic and shock.
It was the same doctor from my dream and from waking up during surgery.
He paused at the foot of my bed, looking nonplussed at my reaction, at my face scrunched up in horror. He even smiled.
"Glad I could meet you under more appropriate circ.u.mstances," he said. "I"m Dr. Cain."
Of course you are, I thought wildly. I looked at my mom and Ada to see if they found anything amiss about the situation. I couldn"t tell. They certainly weren"t terrified.
"What"s wrong?" my mom asked me.
I could only shake my head and looked back to Dr. Cain with fear.
"She"s all right," he told her. "I"m probably quite the sight to her. You remember me, don"t you Perry?"
I couldn"t find the words so I just nodded. I noticed I was gripping Ada"s hand really hard. She said "ow" under her breath.
He looked back at my mom with the same kind eyes that had accompanied me down that hallway with the demon girl. "It can be traumatic for patients when they wake up during surgery."
"I would a.s.sume so," my mom replied haughtily. "Poor girl; you should have known how much anaesthesia to give her."
"It was a difficult call. We thought we made the right one. But Perry would have still been in a painless, dream-like state. It was shocking to her, but she was in no pain."
I calmed down enough to narrow my eyes at the doctor. How did he know? I remembered some of that pain very well. His eyes may have been kind, but they weren"t fooling me.
"We"ll be keeping her here overnight for observation," he continued. "The circ.u.mstances that brought her here weren"t the usual. But, aside from the breakthrough bleeding and cramps that may follow, she should be fine. We"ll give her some medication to keep her afloat and it"s best if she stays at home, in bed over the next few days."
The doctor rattled on with some more instructions to us but the wooziness and shear overwhelming nature of the situation had my thoughts bogged down to a minimum and my eyes were slowly drooping shut.
When I woke up again, I was alone. The small, windowless hospital room was awfully dark, with the only light coming from various machines that flanked my bed. I wasn"t hooked up to any of them only the IV was attached to my arm yet their lights were on and they gave off an impersonal hum.
My mouth was drier than the Sahara and when I ran my tongue over my lips, it felt like sandpaper against cracked concrete. I wanted water and I wanted it now but I had no idea how to call the nurse. I thought Ada or my parents would have been around and their absence stung a little. Sure, I was in no danger, but what I had gone through was pretty traumatic. I was having a hard time even fathoming all of it.
I placed my hand on my stomach and pressed down slightly until it hurt. Had the bit of weight gain really been a result of pregnancy? The cramps and the bloating and the mood swings? I felt stupid for ignoring the symptoms for so long and ignorant that I just brushed the idea aside just because I had my period. You"d think I"d know more than a 14-year-old girl before s.e.x Ed, but apparently not.
I sat up carefully, conscious of that icky feeling of the IV needle as it pulled against my skin and vein. A machine beside me beeped three times, sounding almost menacing in the dark. I peered at it, wondering what the h.e.l.l it could be monitoring, and the light pulsed, alternating between red and yellow.
As the lights flashed against the walls, I thought about going for a wander down the corridor. I"d probably have to take the drip with me but at least I"d be able to get some water and maybe find out where my family took off to. They wouldn"t dare leave me overnight like this; they could be callous sometimes but not that bad.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I gently lowered my bare feet until they met the cold, linoleum floor. A sharp stab of pain flooded my insides and the growing sensation of wetness flowed between my legs. I brought my hand down and felt around. It was like I was wearing diapers and it added to the thick, muddled feeling that I felt all over my body, from my head to my groin. I took in a deep breath and fought for clarity. I grabbed onto the portable IV drip with one hand and with the other, made sure the back of my paper-thin hospital gown wasn"t open for the world to see, and cautiously walked over to the door.
I opened it with some effort it was heavier than I antic.i.p.ated and stuck my head out into the harshly lit hallway. I blinked rapidly. I felt like I was doing something I shouldn"t be, even though there were no rules about getting out of your bed. It"s not like I had escaped or anything.
Surprisingly, there was no one about and the corridor was entirely empty and devoid of any sound except for a dripping that seemed to come from nowhere. I wondered what time it was. Hospitals were usually a hotbed of activity.
I padded my way down the hall, wincing at the squeaky wheels of the IV drip that seemed to echo around me. All the doors were closed, dark and quiet. It was as still as a tomb and that lack of movement, lack of humanity, frightened me. An icy trail went down my spine, as if the IV needle relocated to the back of my neck, and I stopped walking.
Up ahead, at the end of the hall, came a shuffling sound, like the slow, uncertain walk of an injured or old person. I waited, holding my breath.
An elderly woman came around the corner. She was dressed in the same hospital gown as I was, holding a similar IV machine with her papery, varicose-veined arms. Her face was done up in a bouquet of bright colors: Red cakey lips, thick magenta blush that swept from nose to temple along her sagging cheekbones, vibrant green eye shadow that was partly obscured by the heavy folds of her eyelids.