Part 15 (2/2)
”I'm more worried about if she wakes up and how bad her back is. I know she isn't going to die. I refuse to believe it.”
”One of us needs to go contact the others and let them know we aren't going to be back to work for a while. They'll understand.”
Greg nodded his head. ”I'll do it. You keep watch on her.”
Greg walked out to find the other two men talking in the hall.
”I need to contact Brad and Kirk to let them know we won't be out at the house site tomorrow. Where can I go to do that?”
”Come on. I'll take you to our radio. You can reach them with it.” Scott led the way to a room in the back of the building.
”I'll set it for you to call them. Here are the readings for everyone in the area.” He handed the mike to him and left the room.
Greg called for nearly fifteen minutes and finally got Brad. He told him what had happened and that they wouldn't be out for several days.
”Take care of your wife. We'll be fine. Keep us informed about how she's doing. You know Carmen is going to be beside herself with worry.”
Greg thanked them and signed off. Then he made his way back to the room. He hesitated to go back in. Maybe it was best to go back and let Steven take care of her. The man loved her with all his breath. A small part of him was choking inside. Was it more than just caring about her? Did he possibly love her just a little bit? He sighed and opened the door. When he saw her lying so still and pale on the white sheets, he nearly dropped to his knees by the bed. If it wasn't love, it was something very close to it. Nothing had ever knocked him over like this had.
He looked over at Steven and they both nodded. They would see her through this without fail.
Chapter Seventeen.
Janet felt like she'd been beaten. Her entire body hurt, most especially her back and head. She was aware that she wasn't at home, because the bed wasn't nearly as comfortable. She struggled to open her eyes but couldn't quite make it.
What was wrong with her? She couldn't remember anything. She knew who she was but couldn't remember what had happened. How had she gotten hurt? She felt like someone had taken a bat to her.
She tried to speak but only managed a moan. This brought two men's voices toward her.
”Janet, baby? Can you hear us?”
”Love, it's Steven. Do you need something?”
She didn't recognize either of their voices, though they did seem familiar. Why were two strange men talking to her when she was hurt? Were they doctors?
She struggled to open her eyes and managed to for several seconds then her eyes closed again. The brief moment allowed her to see two worried-looking men hanging over her bed. They were both very good-looking, but she didn't recognize their faces. They seemed familiar, sort of like their voices did, but she couldn't place them.
The struggle to open her eyes had worn her out. She slipped back into sleep.
The next time she woke up, she opened her eyes to find the two men sitting on chairs sound asleep. She was able to study them while they slept. They were both good looking and very muscular. Why there were two of them, she couldn't imagine. One wasn't her brother, because she knew she didn't have a brother. She had a sister.
She took stock of her body and realized there was something strange going on. First of all, her stomach had a definite pooch to it. She had never had a big belly. The other thing was that her back hurt very badly as did her head. Then there was the fact that she had a burning sensation on one of her thighs. She noticed that she had an IV hooked to a bag as well. That accounted for the heavy feeling of her left hand.
She closed her eyes and drifted for a while. When she heard the strange men talking, she listened in hopes of learning something about what was wrong with her.
”She hasn't woken up again.”
”She will. She almost did that last time. She's just tired.”
”How did her head look where she busted it?”
”It looks like it hurts, but he said they will take the st.i.tches out in another couple of days.”
”I probably need to make another run to the house for fresh clothes. Do you think I should bring back some of hers?”
”Yeah, that's a good idea. She'll need them when she wakes up. She isn't going to want to leave here in nothing but a blanket like she came.”
”Maybe I'll see if I can find whatever it was that hurt her. It's bound to be in the house somewhere. We need to get rid of it anyway before we bring her back. I don't want to take her back if there is something running around that can do that to her again.”
”Do you want to stay with her while I go?” The other man didn't sound as if he really wanted to go.
”No, it's better if I go. I have more experience with hunting than you do.”
”The doctor said the baby is doing fine. She's carrying it well, but she needs to wake up and start eating before it starts taking a toll on the baby.”
”I'm glad she didn't lose the baby, but I would have given it up to keep her.”
”Yeah, me, too.”
They grew silent and she didn't hear anything more. At least she knew for a fact that she was pregnant. She had guessed by the strange sensations inside of her. She'd busted her head, and one of them must be her husband. She wasn't sure which, but one of them. She wondered why she couldn't remember which one.
She opened her eyes once again and looked straight into a pair of hazel eyes. The man smiled at her, and then grinned even wider.
”She's awake, Greg!”
The other man stood up and walked over to the bed. He bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips. This must be her husband. Greg. When the other man did the same thing, she was confused.
”Can you hear us, baby?” Greg asked.
”Try to say something, love.” The other man touched her cheek lightly with the palm of his hand.
”Who?” she managed to get out before her voice broke.
They looked from one to the other and then back at her.
”Who what, baby? Your name is Janet.”
”Know me. Who are you?” She looked from one to the other.
”You don't know who we are?” The other man looked stricken at that piece of news.
”I think we better go get the doctor, Steven.” Greg edged toward the door.
”What happened to me?” she asked.
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