ZARA'S POV.
FLASHBACK.
The pungent smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils as I blinked into consciousness, the fluorescent lights above my head a brutal brightness to the eyes. Blinking a few times, I turned my head slowly around me. That was when I saw him sitting next to my hospital bed, concern etched deep in his features.
"I am so sorry," he said in that low, firm voice of his. "I didn't see you. I thought..
"Stop," I whispered, my throat dry and raw. "You saved my life. You brought me here."
"I had to," he pressed on, leaning further in. "You were… I hit you. I was terrified."
In a few moments, the nurse came in, took my vitals, and peripherally I had forgotten all the agony that had lanced through my body. Finally finding my voice, I asked in a whisper, "What about my baby?”