Feeling myself move, I slightly open my eyes wide enough to see my leg hanging up in a cast. As everything rushes back to me my vision starts to become clouded with tears. Being with Noah, singing, and the crash. Trying to move, my body ripples in pain. Seeing Amelia and Ezra to my right, tears fall from my eyes as I can see with both now being open, but I cannot feel them.

"Amelia," I cry out as my tears start to fall harder. Amelia practically shoves Ezra out of her way as she embraces me in a hug and starts to cry herself.

"Oh Nina," she cries. "You had me so worried about you! I don't know how I could've lived without you! I just don't know how! Shh, there there your alive now. That is all that matter," Amelia tells me.

Feeling my body shake, my free hand that is not in a cast, wanders to my stomach. Seeing a flash of me protecting my stomach while in the crash, I jerk my hand away from my stomach and cry harder. Leaning back from Amelia, I look at Ezra and feel tears falling more.

"I'm sorry," I cry. "I am so, so sorry that I could not save your baby. I couldn't save our baby," I say wishing there was anything I could do. "Please, do not hate me."

"I could never hate you," Ezra says walking back to the bed and taking my hands in his. Not feeling any pain in my chest, I know that he is in fact telling the truth.

"Irina, it's alive!" Amelia smiles as tears fall from onto her bright complexion. "Your baby is alive!"

"Wha- what?" I croak from shock.

"Yes," Ezra says nodding his head in agreement with Amelia. "Our baby, your baby, it is alive. It survived the crash."

"What?" I ask again still in shock. Taking my hands out of Ezra's, they immediately go back to my stomach. Rubbing my stomach, I start to laugh and cry, but tears of joy. "My baby," I laugh. "My baby is alive!"

"Yes," Amelia says as she jumps up and down a bit. "I'm still a god mother."

"And don't forget about me being the god father," Thomas says kissing Amelia's cheek as he walks to the bed and lays a hand on my shoulder. Thomas isn't the kind of man that has many words in this kind of a situation, so a hand on my shoulder is saying plenty.

"But, more importantly," Noah says walking into the light of the room. "You, are still a mother."

My eyes go wide as I just realize that he too is in the room. "Noah," I say as he comes closer.

"Irina, are you okay?" he asks me with full concern in his voice.

Looking at my body, I notice that my cuts and bruises are still there. "Yes, for right now. I do not feel any pain or my body."

"The medicine will wear off soon. Let me go get the doctor so he can look at you," Noah says moving towards the door. Hearing the sound of the door open and close, I sigh.

"You scared me," Amelia confesses as she leans on the bed.

"I scared myself," I admit. "What am I going to do now? I'm all bandaged and bruised up," I say pulling back the covers. Looking at my leg, I see a cast on my right food. Tears fall from my eyes more. "Just great. How am I suppose to work?"

I watch as Amelia is about to say something, but Ezra cuts her off. "Stay with me. It can be temporary, and if you want to leave immediately, that is fine. Just please, give me a chance to do something for you."

"I agree," Amelia says looking at Ezra.

"You do?" I ask shocked. Looking between the two of them, my mouth hangs open.

"Yes. I do. Irina, why the hell is your mouth hanging open?"

"I'm shocked. What can I say? What the hell did I miss while I was sleep?" I chuckle looking from one to another.

Before anyone has the chance to answer, Noah walks back in the room with a man in a white doctor coat. "Irina, glad to see you awake," the doctor smiles.

"Glad to be awake sir," I tell him.

"I need everyone to give Irina some room as we check her and make sure she will be able to leave. Since Noah brought her to this room, he is the only one allowed to say. I am sorry," the doctor says to everyone.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Amelia says taking Thomas' hand. "Lets go, I want food and I want food now."

Chuckling, I look at Ezra and see him hesitant to move. "I will be okay, I will tell you what the doctor tells me."

Ezra nods his head, and as he opens the door, I see one of the men from the restaurant follow behind him. Rick is his name I believe.

Seeing Noah about to leave, I quickly stop him. "Stay," I tell him. "Please? I do not like being left alone."

Noah looks at me and smiles. "Okay. I will stay."

"Thank you," I say letting go of his hand. "And I am sorry, for not telling you that I am pregnant," I say, as if it was necessary for him to know.

"It's okay. I will still take you anyway I can. Baby and all," Noah says with a smile. Feeling my heart beat quicken, I smile. Soon my smile fades as I say to myself, I hope all includes Ezra.

*****

Not long after the doctor left clearing me for release for tomorrow, Noah left as well saying that he will be back. After saying he needed to handle some important business, I didn't bother asking.

Laying on the hospital bed in the quite room, I feel numb. I look forward at the wall and stare at it, as if my life would flash before me if I was even to blink.

Turning my attention from the wall, I look down at my body and stare at my cuts and bruises and feel tears running down my checks. Trying to move my foot, I feel pain rippling through my legs and stop. Tears start to fall more.

Hearing a knock at the door, it soon opens to Amelia and Thomas. Amelia walks in with a small smile. Her smile soon fades as she notices my wet cheeks and puffy eyes. Seeing the sight of them and the pain in their eyes to see me the way I am, I break. Amelia rushes to me and wraps me in her arms.

"I was so scared," I cry, admitting it for the first time truly to myself. "I was so scared I was going to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die," I repeat over and over as Amelia stokes my hair. "I thought my baby was going to die. No matter how hard I clutched my stomach in the crash, I was sure it wasn't going to make it. That I wasn't going to make it!"

Images of the crash play over and over in my head even as I blink. Bolting my eyes open, I wipe my tears and fight the need to blink. Amelia lifts off of me and wipes my falling tears.

"You do not know how worried I was," Amelia admits. "How worried we were, and are."

I look to Thomas and see him leaning against the wall crying with his face turned away from us. Thomas hated for anyone to see him cry. He was a man to admit that he would cry at things, but he hated for someone to see him break.

"I never meant for anyone to worry so bad about me," I say truthfully. "What am I suppose to do for work? What about Scott! I need to see him. I haven't told him anything," I say hoping he hasn't started to panic.

"I will tell him what happen, but in the mean time you need to rest until you move in with Ezra," Amelia says placing a hand on my leg.

"You really think that this is something that I should do?"

"Yes," Thomas says from across the room. "He can protect you, and you can rely on him. He is the father of your child after all. Even if it wasn't by choice."

"He will be able to help you Irina. Do not push this man away. You two need to develop a friendship enough for your the sake of your child," Amelia says taking my hands in hers. She then drops my hands and wipes my tears away. I close my eyes and let the rest fall.

"Why don't we give you some rest," Amelia says as she leans in and kissing my forehead. "Rest should help you recover in no time."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Tomorrow we will see if the doctor is sure you can go home. But, call if you need anything," Amelia says as she stands from off of the bed. "We will be here as fast as we can."

I smile. "Thank you," I tell them both as another tear falls from my eyes.

"Damn it girl I just wiped your eyes, don't make me wipe them again," Amelia laughs.

"Okay, okay, okay," I laugh. "I love you."

"I love you too chick. Now, rest," Amelia says as Thomas is the first to leave and she follows but not before looking at me, doing a small smile, and waving bye.

As I hear the door click, I take a deep breath. My eyes wander down to my stomach. "Your alive," I say out loud. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." Moving my hand towards my stomach, I rest my hand across it.

"I promise that we are going to make it out of this, and both of us will grow stronger. Maybe all of the bad is over now, and only good will come. Who knows, maybe living with your daddy will be just what I need."

I can only hope.