not my time

Laying on the shards of glass covering the cement. A flash of reds and blues.

“Stay awake, were going to take you to the hospital. Can you tell me your name?”

I felt a sharp pain in my hip and leg. I can’t move. The only thing I can get out is “hurry” before I close my eyes.

I open my eyes to see my husband, mom, grandparents, and more family. They come to me with open arms.

“Where are we?” I turn to husband, he hugs me once more.

“It’s not your time,” he says. But within a blink of an eye, everyone is gone.

I look around to find myself in a hospital; gray walls, gray floors, and gray sheets. I try to sit up but I can’t move. I don’t know why I’m here, or how I got here. Then it all comes back to me. My husband sitting in the passenger seat, we were fighting about him working too much. I told him I wish we had never gotten married. Then a blue truck swerved into our lane.

A tear runs down my cheek, a nurse walks into my room.

“Hi, my name is Lanie I’m your nurse. Are you feeling okay?”

“Is he okay?”

“Unfortunately your husband did not make it, I’m sorry.”

“But I saw him. I saw him and my mom and my grandparents.”

“ I’m sorry ma’am’. We have got your test results back. You have suffered severe blood loss and you may become paraplegia. Your legs were severely injured. However, even though you are still early in the pregnancy, your baby should be fine.”

“I.. I’m pregnant?” I pause, thinking, I guess it wasn’t my time.