Chapter 50
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Suddenly, Alex jerked up and I quickly pulled my fingers out of his hair so that I wouldn't hurt him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." He gestured to my stomach. "You're obviously in pains and I should be comforting you. Not the other way round."
"I actually don't feel much pain right now."
"That's because there's a fuck load of painkillers in your system."
Of course there were.
I extended a hand to him. "Can you help me sit up?"
Placing a hand on either sides of my waist, Alex lifted me up gingerly until I was sitting up straight and propped up a pillow behind me, which made me feel more comfortable.
"What happened, Laura?" He asked when he had taken his seat beside me. He still had my hand in his. It was almost like he didn't want to stop touching me.
Like he was scared the moment he let me go, I would disappear into thin air.
I squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry that I scared you."
"Don't worry about it. Just tell me what happened."
Staring out the window, I thought back to those last few moments in the car. "I remember seeing a traffic light and wanting to stop, but I couldn't. The car just kept on moving and there was a car coming towards me at high speed and I..." I exhaled shakily, tremors travelling across my body as I relived the accident again in my head. I turned to Alex, who was staring at me with a pained expression. "The car just kept moving, Alex."
"Then what happened?" He almost looked like he didn't want to hear the answer to the question.
I gave it to him anyway. "We slammed into each other."
He shook his head and looked away, hands trembling in mine. "Thankfully, the other driver stopped just before they could hit you, so you ran into them. And you weren't at full speed which was why the impact was not very severe."
My mouth fell. "Oh God."
He nodded. "If he hadn't stopped sooner, Laura, then we wouldn't have been having this conversation. I could have—" Alex lost his composure and he looked up at the ceiling, his throat working.
Seeing him like this completely destroyed me.
He stared at the ceiling for a while before looking back at me when he had finally managed to get himself under control.
"What did you mean when you said the car wouldn't stop?" He asked suddenly.
I shrugged as much as my body would allow. "The brakes didn't respond."
Alex's eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. "That could not have been possible. The brakes of that car work just fine."
I sighed. "I know what I'm saying, Alex. I was the one driving the car." I remembered vividly how I'd stomped on the brakes several times without getting any response. "The brakes failed. They weren't responding."
His breathing had picked up now. "Where were you when the accident happened?"
Why was he asking me such odd questions?
"I don't remember exactly, but I was on my way to work."
"Did you notice any issues with the brakes when you were driving from my place to yours?"
I frowned at him."No, what—"
The door fell open and a doctor walked in, effectively cutting the conversation short.
He paused when he saw the close proximity of Alex and I, and for no good reason, I blushed.
Freaking blushed.
"Ah, I could give you guys a minute." He was already retreating with one leg out the door when Alex stopped him.
"No, it's fine." Alex stood quickly. "Please come in."
The man nodded. He closed the door and walked in, eyes swiping over my form and a small smile settling on his face. "I'm glad to see that you're awake and feeling better."
I nodded, mustering a small smile.
"Now, other than a mild concussion and the few cuts that have already been attended to, I'm glad to inform you that you have no other injuries."
"Thank fuck," Alex muttered.
I shared the same sentiment, but I couldn't really celebrate yet because I could already see a 'but' coming from the doctor. It was written all over his expression.
"However, when we ran your blood test, we found something."
My heart literally stopped beating then.
"What is it?" The words came out on a whisper.
The doctor's eyes flitted to Alex. "If you could please excuse us—"
"No, it's fine." I cut the doctor off. "He can stay."
But the doctor seemed hesitant. "Are you sure you want him to stay?"
"Positive."
I trusted Alex.
If it turned out that I had an illness, a condition, or that there was something wrong with me, then he should know. And I trusted him to not do anything with that information, but keep it between the both of us.
"Very well then." The doctor looked me in the eyes. "You're pregnant."
