Chapter FORTY SIX

　　I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up. 

　　This isn't my room.

　　My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path. 

　　A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms. 

　　I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones.

　　They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying.