Without Her

Chapter 67 - How Long?

Jac walks out of the bathroom rubbing her mouth, the sick taste still sitting in it. She grabs her nearby coffee cup and drinks some, hoping it'll get rid of the taste.

"Miss Naylor, are you okay?" Nicky asks, emerging from the bathroom.

"I'm fine McKendrick, why wouldn't I be?" Jac asks, turning away from her.

"It's just I Uh, I heard you being sick." Nicky replies, "You haven't got a bug or anything have you?"

"No I don't." Jac sighs, walking away.

"Jac! Jac!" Chloe says running along with a bed, along with Fletch and some others.

"What? What is it?" She says, running over and seeing the person on the bed.

"Kian!" Jac frantically takes his hand, "It's okay I'm here.."

"Jac...I might....die."

Jac smiles down at him, "You aren't going to die, you'll be okay."

He starts to cough up some blood, "Theatre now!" Jac shouts running along with them.

Sacha takes him into theatre, and Jac watches from the observation window.

"Jac, you should probably sit down somewhere." Sacha says, looking up at her for a second.

"No, I'm fine as I am." Jac replies, staring through the window.

"Okay then." Sacha sighs, continuing to operate.

Jac continues to watch, she starts to get tired from all the standing. But she isn't going to move, she isn't going to move one muscle.

"This better not go wrong..." she whispers to herself.

"Right there's a bleed! Suction!" Sacha shouts, which worries Jac.

Fletch walks in behind her, "Jac, you really should sit down now okay?"

Jac sighs, "Okay..."

Fletch takes her outside to sit, and she does so.

"It's just so scary, I might lose him." Jac looks down at the floor.

"And with everything going on with the pregnancy, it's going to make everything harder." She then realises what she said, and facepalms.

"I uh, wasn't supposed to say anything.."

"You're pregnant?!" He says, looking at her with shock.

"Yeah, around 14 weeks." She smiles, showing him the small bump.

"Well congratulations!" Fletch smiles, hugging her.

Just then Sacha walks out of the theatre, he has quite a lot of blood covering his scrubs.

"Sacha, is he okay? Is Kian okay?" Jac asks, standing up and worrying frantically.

"Uh we had some complications, but he's stable at the moment." Sacha replies, taking his scrub cap off his head "He'll be in recovery shortly."

"Okay, thank you Sacha." Jac walks off, feeling panicky still.

She decides to wait in the recovery room, and Kian is finally brought through after twenty minutes.

Jac sits by his side, and takes his hand.

"I'm here, don't worry. You're safe now." She quietly strokes his hair.

He slowly starts to come around, "Hey.." she smiles seeing his eyes open.

"Jac? I'm okay?"