CASSANDRA BATES
EVERYTHING HURT.
Physically, emotionally, mentally, I wasn’t doing okay even as the doc assessed me for the hundredth time in the night.
Seating at the edge of the bed, trying to piece everything together, I was on the verge of insanity and knowing that Icarus was somewhere in this massive hospital trying to hold onto dear life because of me devastated the hell out of me.
The doc offered me a wan smile, all I could do was pretend that I wasn’t going mad when the truth of the matter was, I was. Indeed, going mad.
“Everything looks fine, Ms. Bates given your um…earlier predicament. A few scratches here and there, nothing major enough to affect the baby. I would recommend a few ointments for the-“
I had already tuned him out the minute I heard a word I didn’t think would ever be directed at me.
