The Other Grey Girl - part 2

In the distance I heard voices. My head is heavy and I trying very hard to open my eyes. “Kate? Kate?” The voices are sounding very far away but then again also close. Finally I succeed to open my eyes, and I recognize Brookelynne. She is supporting my head. She holds a wet cloth with white and black stripes. In the corner I see Mrs. Young with the phone. “Her name is Kate and she is about 11 weeks pregnant… No she was trying to stand up…. No I don’t know… 16^th floor of the Seattle Times headquarters…. Thank you.” She hurries toward me. “The paramedics are on the way.”

 I try to sit up. But my head is so heavy. I feel squeamish. I try to breathe in trough my nose and out through my mouth. “Brookelynne,” I swallow, “call Elliot. And then my mother-in-law,” I paused, I have the feeling I just ran the marathon. “Have her call Dr. Greene.” Mrs. Young takes over from Brookelynne while she makes some calls at her desk. Softly she closes the door. Mrs. Young moves me towards the wall. With my back I lean up against the wall. I don’t know how long time passes. Seconds, minutes, hours. Suddenly there are a lot of humbled voices on the hallway. The paramedics burst through the door. The gurney is lowered down. “Mrs. Grey? My name is Lucy. Can you tell me what happened?” She asks me kindly. “No, all I know is it all went black, and the next thing is that I woke up when Brookelynne put the wet cloth on my forehead “, I ran my hand through my hair. I felt so weak. “What did you eat today?”

I shake my head. “Nothing, I was about to go out for lunch with my husband and my daughter, but then something came between it.” I swallow. I am slightly embarrassed.

“To make sure everything is okay, we’d like to take you the Hospital. Can you stand up?”, Lucy asks.

I lean on my hands and try push myself up.

Lucy offers me a hand. But as stubborn as I am I refuse.

“Where the hell is my wife?”

“Sir, she’s with the paramedics.” I hear Brookelynne saying, calmly.

“I don’t care, I want to see her, NOW!”

“Elliot, I am here.” I shout weakly. Elliot bursts through the door. “Baby, are you okay? What the fuck happened?” Oh shit, he is angry.

“Yeah baby, I am okay, I fainted. But I going to the Hospital to check if everything is okay. Where is Ava?” I ask.

“She’s with Brookelynne, now what happened?”

“I don’t know exactly, I remember Mrs. Young had a story,” Oh shit I completely forgot about her and Gina, does Gina know about Linc and Jack Hyde? I decide to wait on that, “and when I wanted to get up to grab a piece a paper and a pen and instantly went down.” I rush my hand through my wary hair.

When I finally succeed to get up, Elliot wraps me in his arms. I fell so safe with him. I feel the tension in his body and noticeably he relaxes. Tears are slowly running over my cheeks. When he lets me go he helps me on the gurney. “You know that I love you, right?” He wipes away my stray tears.

“Please lay down, Mrs. Grey.” Lucy says.

“Call me Kate, please.” I say smiling.

Once I lay down Elliot grabs my hand, and kisses my knuckles.

“Mommy? Mommy?” Slowly I open my eyes.

“Hi, sweetie, how are you feeling?”

When I turn my head, I see Elliot smiling, relieved.

A wave of uneasiness comes over me. “The baby?” I ask worried. I move my right hand to my slightly swollen belly.

“It’s all good, you were dehydrated, and Dr. Greene made an ultrasound. The baby is fine.” Elliot says soothing.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. And again the tears are running over my cheeks again. “Hey, please don’t cry.”

I look over to Ava. With her beautiful big eyes she’s staring at me. I can tell she cried. “Mommy is fine Ava.” I try to calm her down. “I wuv you, Mommy.”  She mumbles. “Mommy loves you too, Ava.” And the tears a streaming again.

There is knock on the door. “Come in.” I say. Elliot and Ava have gone home, Ava almost fell asleep. So I told Elliot to take Ava home.

Grace steps into the room. “Kate, what happened?”, she grabs my chart and starts to read. “Dehydrated?” She says too loud. “Kate, you must know better.” She scolds. “Yeah, I do, at least I thought.” I murmur. “I’ll talk to Dr. Greene. Maybe you can go home soon.” She comes closer and kisses me on my forehead. Suddenly I feel four years old again, when I was sick and my mother took care of me. Grace gives me a don’t mess with me look and then turns around and walks out of the room.

My phone is buzzing on the trolley besides my bed. I reach out and grab it. I check the screen, it’s Ana. Shit I totally forgot about her. I clear my throat and answer as nonchalant I can be.

“Hi Ana, sorry totally forgot to call you back. How are you doing?” I try to sound like nothing is wrong. “Cut the crap, Kate. You’re in the Hospital?”, I sense her anger.

“That’s it; I am canceling our trip to the Bahamas.” She says really angry. “No please don’t.  I am okay, I just fainted, Grace is checking with Dr. Greene about when I can go home. Please, you’ll upset Christian if you cancel. And think about Teddy and Phoebe.” I plead.

“Christian will find a way to take it out on me”, I hear the happiness in her voice. “Ana!” I shout. “I don’t need to know about your sex life with Christian” I say.

“Okay, I am sorry. Are you sure?” Her worrying voice is back. “Yeah, I am sure. Go, have some fun. Grab some sun.” I say. I don’t want to be the reason that Ana cancels her vacation. Certainly not with a control freak like Christian, who knows what he’ll do to her? “Ana, don’t worry about me.” I try to calm her down. Eventually she says, “You’ll call me with updates?” I smile. “Of course Ana, now, go have some fun.”

After we say our goodbyes we hang up and Grace walks back in the room. “Okay, I talked to Dr. Greene and you’re free to go home. She made an appointment for next week. An extra check up.” She sounds all doctor-y. I love it. “And make sure you drink enough. We won’t want a repeat of today.” She presses. “Yes, I will.” I push down my blanket. “And make sure you take a lot of rest.” She helps me out of bed and walks with me to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and straighten my strawberry blonde hair.

I should be lucky with such a caring family. I have some seriously thinking to do!

Maybe I was wrong……..