A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

[namya]

Something was stirring, something deep in the depths of the grey matter, nerve ends where clicking back into life and starting to reconnect with the body it had left behind a couple of months ago. It was a week until Christmas, but the woman lying in the hospital bed was not aware of that, she didn’t even know where she was or for how long she had been there. But as her mind was whirring back into life she was becoming increasingly aware of the sound of her partners voice and the voices of others who she didn’t recognise. Not that the sound of voices made her any more aware of what was happening to her or what had happened. But as the days wore on consciousness was becoming more and more apparent and ever so close.

It was a cold morning and the nurses had reported increasing signs of life in Namya during the night, even shivering at one point, which for a coma patient was really quite something. It showed that life was there and that was always promising. It wasn’t expected though for things to take a turn for the better so suddenly or at least before Christmas. There had even been a rather long time where it seemed there would be no getting better at all. So this was turning into something of a miracle. And it seemed like today was the day when it all turned around for the better.

Her fingers twitched but it wasn’t the twitch which everyone had become accustomed to, the one that didn’t mean anything other than a nervous reaction. No, this was deliberate, this was a movement. Her head hurt, she knew that much, not a stabbing sort of pain but more of an ache, like she had been crying hard for a few hours. And her throat, her throat was so sore and dry, almost like she had swallowed sand and glass. And for some reason, though she didn’t know her eyes were heavier than they had ever been, almost like they had been stuck together with glue so it was hard work to get them open. And when she had managed to open them her vision was fuzzy, she had to blink a couple of times before her sight became a little clearer.

But once she could see clearly, or almost, she started to take in her surroundings. It was very white…and really rather bright, a stark contrast to the darkness her mind had been engulfed in for the past few months. Not that she was even aware of that fact, or even where she was. She heard the whirring of machines beside her first, groaning when she realised moving her head just an inch increased the throbbing. And then she realised that there was somebody beside her. Lincoln. She knew that much, she hadn’t been out of it that long. She smiled immediately when she realised who it was and went to speak but then noticed that she couldn’t. Her voice croaked and cracked, but no words came out. It was actually a little painful, but she tried again anyway, not really understanding why it hadn’t quite worked the first time. “Morni-" she started, but her voice didn’t sound like her own, it was weak and croaky but that wasn’t the reason why she hadn’t finished. Namya looked down to what he was holding in his arms, or who he was holding for that matter. Confusion hit her for a moment, before it came back to her vaguely. “W…what?” That was all she could form, but she hoped Lincoln would be able to set her straight.

[lincolnharper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #2b4d73 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] who will save me from all i'm up against out in this world The last couple of months had been like living in hell. Of course, they had had no idea that when Namya was going to give birth to Zaine, there would be complications… complications that would be severe enough to send her into a coma afterwards, one that she had been in since and the doctors were beginning to think that she wasn’t going to come out of it. He hadn’t given up hope, of course… he knew that it could happen but until they were one hundred and ten percent sure that she wasn’t going to pull through he wasn’t going to give up. And waiting had paid off… she had started showing signs of waking up, and he felt like he could start breathing a little easier. He was seated beside her chair, Zaine nestled safely in his arms, where he had been asleep since he had arrived here but he was slowly starting to wake up, thankfully not in a fit of tears this time around, like half the times he woke up. He had thought for a while that he wouldn’t be able to handle it, raising him alone until she woke up, but somehow he had managed. Beth had helped a lot, and he had found himself thankful that he had family around again during this situation. He had ended up going back to work… mostly to preoccupy himself or he knew that he would end up losing it, and the fact that he worked in the hospital made it easier to do, at least then he would be told straight away if there was any change in her condition and he could be there in an instant. And it also meant that he didn’t have to go far when visiting hours were over, unless it was overnight. The closer he was to her, he felt better, and going back to such a large, quiet house wasn’t the nicest thing to do… he had Zaine but it still felt empty while he was waiting for her to come back to him. “You know, son, I wouldn’t be completely complaining if you did start crying right now. Anything that might wake your mother up and I’m all for it,” he said, looking down at the baby in his arms, who just blinked up at him, remaining silent bar a few slight gurgling noises. “Not going to help me out then? Well, that would be a first,” he said, sighing a little and shifting Zaine into a more comfortable position in his arms. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention… looking over at Namya instead now, the sight of her open eyes and the smile on her face making him freeze momentarily, probably because he had been wondering for so long when he was going to be seeing that again. He stood up, tucking Zaine close to his body carefully with one arm, moving over closer to her bed, using his free hand to reach out and stroke her forehead, pushing some of her hair back from her face. “Hey love,” he answered, smiling down at her, watching her gaze flicker to Zaine and a look of confusion crossing her face a moment later. “You’ve been gone for a few months… this is Zaine, our son. Do you remember?” he asked, worried for a moment that she wouldn’t remember that she was pregnant in the first place… it was entirely possible, of course, especially after something like what had happened to her, but he was hoping that that wouldn’t be the case. donte | 599 | ALL OF THE FEELS

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[namya]

Her frown deepened when he called her 'love'. That was uncommonly...romantic coming from him and she didn't know the reason why. Not yet at least. She was still completely unaware that she had been out of it for a couple of tense months. His hand on her forehead felt good though, familiar and she almost felt as if she had missed it. She was going to speak again but once more her throat croaked and she had to clear her throat before she managed to get any words out. "Gone...where?" She asked, still completely confused about the whole thing, what did he mean? Had she had to have surgery or something? Lincoln was going to have to be more specific than that but she didn't really have the energy to snap at him right now. Probably because she'd just woken up although normally she was grumpier when she had just woken.

Namya glanced down at the baby Lincoln had in his arms again. Of course she remembered being pregnant, those nine months would take a lot to forget especially the last few. But she couldn't remember giving birth...surely she would have remembered that. So she just nodded her head slightly, making sure to make as little movement as possible when she did it, her head was still throbbing after all. She was still utterly dazed and hadn't quite been able to connect how that was her son when the last time she had been awake he had been in her stomach. There were snippets of memories that her mind was already piecing back together.

The pain suddenly started to rip though her, something was very wrong with the baby, or with her, she didn't know which, but she knew it was wrong. And her suspicions were confirmed when half a dozen nurses flocked into the room, moving Lincoln aside as they surrounded her. Before she knew it she was being wheeled down the corridor to God-knows where. Maybe that was labour, but it certainly didn't feel like it, not with the blinding pain and the involuntary cries of agony. And the image on Lincoln's face was burned into her mind, he had looked very very worried. And then it all went black and there was nothing more for her to remember.

Clearing her throat gently again she looked back over to Lincoln. "Can you get me a drink?" She managed to croak out softly, glancing around the room once more to try and take it all in. How long had she been in here? And what was that thing in her arm. Or more importantly...what was that thing in her bladder. Wow that felt weird. A catheter really? Just for an operation (that was what she was assuming now anyway). She wished someone would just tell her what had happened.

[lincolnharper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #2b4d73 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] who will save me from all i'm up against out in this world The frown on her face didn’t really surprise him so much, he knew that it wasn’t exactly normal for him to be acting like this but considering how long she had been out for, he didn’t have it in him right now to be his usual cantankerous self. He was just happy that she was awake, and that she wasn’t going to get any worse, so he was perfectly entitled to acting like this for a while. “You’ve been in a coma for a few months… there were complications when you were in labour,” he elaborated, when she asked where she had been gone. When she nodded when he asked her if she remembered that they were having a baby he was relieved, glad that what had happened hadn’t affected that memory after all… it would have made things so much harder to deal with if she had, in more ways than one. It would probably still take a fair bit of explaining and time for her to get used to the whole idea of what had happened, and to adjust to life after it but at least there wasn’t that obstacle to overcome as well on top of it. Still balancing Zaine in one arm, he turned to pour water from the jug sitting on the bedside table into one of the cups that the hospital put in there every day, pouring some of the water into the cup before picking it up and turning back to her, holding the cup for her to drink, figuring that it would probably be easier for her right now since she really hadn’t moved for quite a while now. “I should probably call the doctor in, he’d be able to explain it better to you than I can,” he said, knowing that it was probably best although right now all he wanted was to have her to himself for a while. donte | 319 | ALL OF THE FEELS

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[namya]

Oh, well, that made more sense. She wasn’t expecting that though, she had been in a coma? It still all seemed so surreal, almost like she was having an out of body experience or like it was going in slow motion. And the more she woke up the more she was aware of the pain in her abdomen and the ache in her joints and her muscles that hadn’t been moved in a long while. And that was when she felt like she needed some painkillers, but she wasn’t going to say anything, she didn’t want the doctor in yet. She didn’t want to be spoken to like a child, to have some condescending doctor talk to her slowly through what had happened and how many drugs she was allowed. If she was going to feel like this for the remainder of the time that she was here then she wanted all the drugs she could get to numb the aching in her body.

Namya looked down again to the baby resting in Lincoln’s arm. Her baby. Their baby. It was going to take a little bit to get her head around the whole thing, she had been prepared for it of course she had. They had decorated the nursery; they had put the crib together and brought some clothes for the new arrival. But this was something they hadn’t anticipated at all. But how could they? There had been nothing abnormal before labour, nothing had been found in the scans previous and her mother had had no problems in birth as far as she knew. And she had had plenty of children. So wrapping her head around this was going to take some time and some patience on Lincoln’s side. But the baby, Zaine, was gorgeous, with his father’s hair colour and a slightly darker skin tone than Lincoln’s own. He definitely looked like him and she wanted to hold him but she knew herself that she was too tired to do it.

She watched as he turned to pour her a glass of water, lifting her hand slightly off the bed in an attempt to take it off him. But her arm refused to lift more than a couple of inches before pain signalled its reluctance, resulting in Namya dropping her arm back down onto the bed. She didn’t like to feel so out of control, so helpless, but she didn’t really have a choice, she guessed she’d just have to let him hold her drink for her. At least for now. Leaning her head forwards slightly she sipped at the water, the feeling of the liquid running down her throat a welcome one. It felt like it was washing away the cobwebs which had formed there over the past couple of months.

But somehow, all of this had made her quite tired again, waking up was quite a tiring thing to do after all and she didn’t manage to stifle the yawn she felt was coming. She shook her head no when Lincoln suggested he get the doctor in for her to talk to. “I can talk to them later. I’m quite tired anyway.” She smiled at him, reaching out for his free hand to hold onto, wanting to feel close to him, to touch him again. She wished her muscles didn’t ache so much, that way she would have held onto his hand a little tighter, but as it happened any amount of squeezing hurt so she had to settle for lightly wrapping her fingers around his. At least now if she was going to fall asleep he was going to be there. “You’ll stay here won’t you?” She questioned, her voice smaller and fainter than she wanted it to be, but she was certainly tiring already.

[lincolnharper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #2b4d73 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] who will save me from all i'm up against out in this world He could see her trying to lift her hand to take the cup from him, but thankfully she stopped when she realised it wasn’t going to happen, probably the one time that he was actually glad that she wasn’t being stubborn for once, but then again she had only just woken up after so long so he really hadn’t been expecting her to be her normal self straight away, especially considering everything that had happened. Once she had finished with the water he put the cup and its remaining contents back where he had gotten it from, turning back to the bed to look at her again, nodding when she said that she didn’t want to see a doctor just yet. That could wait, and it wasn’t like any of the doctors and nurses in the ward were probably game enough to argue with him about it anyway. “Alright, that’s fine. Some more rest will probably do you good,” he answered, taking her hand when she reached out for his, holding her hand gently, just glad about the fact that she was awake, and moving, and could touch him back and respond when he spoke or talked to her. That had been one of the hardest parts of it all, coming in here every day and have her not really there at all with him. He nodded when she asked if he would stay, keeping a hold of her hand. “Of course I will,” he replied, feeling Zaine shifting in his grip but at least it didn’t seem as though he was going to start crying any time soon. He would stay until she fell asleep again, and then go and talk to the doctor, since the sooner they knew that she had woken up was probably better, but if she said she didn’t want to talk to them yet then obviously he wasn’t going to make her. donte | 318 | ALL OF THE FEELS

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