This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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Yesterday night
TESSA.
My eyes feel heavy as I struggle to open them. My vision is blurry and so is my hearing. I hear someone moving around but it sounds so far away.
I slowly turn my head to where I assume the sound is coming from and I see a blue blob slowly forming into a person. I blink a couple times, and am relieved when I can finally see her every detail. She's pushing some tubes and wires behind my bed, occasionally checking my monitor.
My monitor.
Of course I'm in the hospital. The last thing I really remember is telling Emery to call 911. I smile softly, proud of her for being so brave and calm. I was afraid she wouldn't be able to think straight. I could hardly think straight myself.
My smile fades and I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory of the pain in my gut. It honestly wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
I didn't even feel it pierce through my skin until I actually realized the big wound in my stomach was quickly producing blood, growing by the second. By then I was desperately struggling to breath and that was more alarming than the pain the wound caused.
Once I open my eyes again, the nurse is looking behind me, her eyes fixated on something. I slowly turn my head, smiling softly at my husband in a plastic chair.
His head in rested on his shoulder, his closed eyes a shade of purple because of the shadows and how tired he probably is, and his lips are puckered into a pout. I turn my head to the sound of the nurse. She's walking across the room towards him. "No..." my voice starts in a whisper and then all of the sudden comes to life at the end of my word, stopping the nurse. "Let him sleep. He's tired."
"I was going to let him know you're awake, ma'am." The young nurse explains and I shake my head, nicely dismissing her.
"It's okay. He can find out when he wakes." The nurse nods her head, walking to the door and turning back around to face me.
"Do you need anything? Water?" She questions and I shake my head.
Though my throat is dry and my lips are sticky, I don't want her to get me a water. I'll wait for Hardin to wake up. I'm sure he's going to be anxious to do things for me. I'll give him the task to fetch me some water.
I glance at the clock on the wall just beside the small TV and it reads 3:34. I then glance out of the window, the streetlights and the stars brightly shining down onto the streets. The cars go swiftly passed the hospital, one occasionally pulling into the parking lot, which I can see from my window.
I then turn my head and stare at Hardin. He looks so peaceful lying there, his chin lowered, and his cheek rested on his shoulder. He has a small double chin, which makes me smile. He looks so comfortable— That was meant sarcastically.
