Chapter 60

Julian

It wasn't her cry of pain that first told me something was wrong it was the smell of blood. It was faint at first but as she cried out and clung to me it grew stronger and stronger. Until suddenly the coppery tang of it was all I could smell.

Had my suspicions been wrong all this time. Ian's suspicions as well. Neither one of us thought she was really pregnant with my baby but had we been wrong?

Glancing down I saw a faint red line appear in her stockings. It grew deeper and darker red as she lost more blood.

Damn. Guilt ripped me up inside. Was she losing my baby? It was almost to much to bear. I didn't want Megan not in the way she so obviously wanted me and I still doubted she was the woman from that night but that didn't mean I wanted her to lose her baby.

And if she was that woman, then it was my baby as well and I didn't want that to happen even less.

I held her to me. The seatbelts didn't make it easy but I managed it. No matter happened now I would be there for her.

"Ian." I yelled. "Get us to a hospital. Megan is losing the baby."

"Yes Julian. I'll turn around in the next intersection and head back the way we just come. That's the nearest hospital."

If Ian had any reservations or doubts he knew better than to air them to me. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked instead.

"Just put your foot down. She's losing a lot of blood." I snapped. At least it looked like a fair amount of blood to be losing when you were with child.

"You got it boss." Turning back to the road, Ian slammed his foot down on the accelerator. We lurched towards before the seat belts did their job and pushed us back.

The car sped forward. Racing between the other cars like we were in a race or running for our lives and in a way we were. We were running to save my babies life anyway and he or she were the only one to matter.

We flew through the intersection and then we were flying. The crunch of metal on metal as another vehicle t-boned us and sent us sprawling was deafening loud.

The car span around and around. And then flipped. Turning over again and again until I didn't even know which way was up anymore there's was nothing but flashes of a spinning sky outside the shattered windows and the sound of metal scraping along tarmac with an ear piercing screech

And then nothing but darkness.

Something sterile and strong tickled my senses and my eyes flew open. Confused, I stared up at the pure white ceiling. And I was laying in a bed. One with a hard mattress but it was definitely a bed.

But that wasn't right because I had been in the back seat of my car. And -

And-

The last thing I remember was the car turning over and over like a leaf tossed around by a wind. We had been hit by a much bigger vehicle.

Ours hadn't stood a chance. It was a miracle I was alive. The moment I thought that my mind was full of the others. Had any of them survived?

Groaning, I started to push myself up on the narrow hospital bed.

"Your highness." A white coated doctor rushed into the room and to my bedside. Pushing me back down as gently as he could. "You must lay still. You were in a pretty bad crash and might-"

"I'm aware of what happened." I slapped his hands away but I did fall back into the pillows. "I was the one in the crash after all but the others. Ian?"

Ian had been the one driving and he would have taken the brunt of the impact.

Ian was one of my oldest friends and the one person I trusted in the world.

"It's a miracle because your car was almost flattened but he should be fine. He just came up from surgery."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the goddess."

"He's not out of the woods yet but as soon as he wakes up we should know more."

"And Megan? The woman in the back with me?"

"Fine. A few cuts and bruises and a concussion but she will be fine also."

I let out another sigh. Everyone was ok and that was the main thing.

"And the baby?" I was almost to scared to ask because I already knew the answer. She had been losing the baby even before we crashed.

Pausing, the doctor frowned. His bushy eyebrows knitting together as he glanced down at his notes. "She's not pregnant, your highness."

Closing my eyes I let the news sink in. I might have suspected it but that didn't really make it easier to bear. My baby was gone.

I would never get to meet them, or marvel at their little fingers or toes or teach them to ride a bike. All of those firsts had been taken from me.

"Miss Megan is in the next room over. Would you like one of the nurses to take you to her?"

I knew that was the right thing to do. Megan would need my support. "Yes but first I need to know. Have the police been informed about my accident,"

"We have your highness." A grey haired man said from the doorway and you could tell by just looking at him that he was a detective. Even his voice was raspy like he smoked too many cigarettes.

It was like he had been plucked for a comic book,

"What have you found out about the accident? Was anyone else hurt?"

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Accident, your highness?" He edged closer to the bed with a swish of his trench coat and an aura of stale smoke. "We don't believe it was an accident. Someone is trying to kill you."