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When I woke, nothing seemed right. There was a roof over my head, but it wasn't Jay's roof, it had white tiles. The room smelt of disinfectant, Jay's room just smelt of the aftershave he wore. The bed wasn't half as comfy as Jayceon's, his moulded around my body and held me in a comfortable position; I could feel the bottom of this bed with my ass. I slowly outstretched my hand, but it just fell off of the bed, I realised this was a single bed.

Where was Jay?

My breathing quickened with panic and I pulled on the tubes that flowed up my arms and sat up, the pain was unbelievable when I moved, but I needed Jay.

I screamed.

I screamed as loud as I could until my throats hurt. The nurses and doctors began to gather and put the tubes back. I remember asking a nurse where Jayceon was, but she just shrugged. I remember punching a doctor in the nose when he tried to hold me down.

I managed to climb out of bed, my legs were like jelly. I bit back my tears as the pain awoken in my stomach. I held my stomach and I limped out of the room.

"J-Jay?!"

I heard a disturbance in the next room and the door swung open. Jay was stood there in a bloody shirt, he hadn't been home to change. He needed a good shave and looked hungry.

He looked shocked, as if he'd seen a ghost, "Natasha, you dumb bitch what're you doing out of bed?!" He ran over and supported me.

I didn't realise I was crying until he wiped my cheeks. "Come on."

He helped me to the bed and sat next to me, his hand gently caressing mine. I gazed at him, my eyes growing heavier as he moved his hand and gently stroked my neck. I closed my eyes and lay there, sleeping again.

I'd forgotten about the shooting. I'd forgotten about the baby. I was just focusing on the pain.