CRASH.

The crashing of vehicles and scrapping of metal against the road...the screech of horns going off and the screams..was all you remember before it all faded to black.

When you woke up, it was an unfamiliar place. White light cascaded and there was a steady rhythm of machines..as you tried to get used to the bright lights and the sterile grounds, you realized that you were in a hospital bed.

You groaned softly, shifting as you sat up. The room was empty. Just you. No one to give you answers. Suddenly, memories flooded in..and your heart raced.

Your husband and your child.

Panic surged through your body as you shuddered.

The day of the incident, you and Hernard had decided it would be fun and peaceful to take the little one on a picnic. So, there you were, in a car. The driver rode the car smoothly, as you guys hummed a tune.

And that's when it happened. A drunk driver crashed into your vehicle.

As thoughts swirled..the door creaked open.

Hernard.

His eyes immediately filled with tears, his lips twitched to a soft smile. He got to see you awake..you were awake. He hurriedly sat by your side. You noticed the cast on his arm.

"You're awake..god, you're awake! You'd been out cold for days..I-I thought it would take days if not months.."

But your confusion still lingered, even thought you felt relief upon seeing him. He took your hand in his, pushing aside any pain.

"...Don't blame yourself, darling.."

He whispered softly, softly brushing a strand of stray hair back. What? 'Don't blame yourself'? For what—

Your baby.