Love Unbreakable

She Woke Up Caught off guard, Nicole stumbled backward when Jarrod shoved her.

Her heel got stuck in the emergency exit door, causing her to fall hard onto the concrete.

The sound of her falling was a muffled thud, making it clear she'd taken a heavy fall.

Just as Nicole was gearing up to unleash a string of curses, a soft feminine voice wafted in from the outside.

"Jarrod, what brings you here?” It was unmistakably Jamie's voice.

Switching his attention from the door to Jamie, Jarrod answered softly, "I’m visiting a friend.

What's got you in the hospital?” Jamie caught a faint whiff of shower gel, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes flashed with barely noticeable malice.

"I'm a bit lightheaded, so I came to get checked out.” Jamie leaned against Jarrod's chest.

Jarrod gave her a quick look and asked, "Feeling worn out?" Without waiting for her response, he scooped her up into his arms.

"Hey, there are so many people coming and going here..." Jarrod's eyes settled on the now-shut emergency exit door, and a dark feeling began to stir within him.

"What's there to be scared of? I'm just holding my girl.

Who's going to object?" Blushing, Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You have no shame, do youe" With a grin, Jarrod patted her rear.

"I've seen you unfazed in far more brazen scenarios." Their conversation dwindled as they walked away, leaving Nicole alone, curled up behind the exit passage.

The back of her head and her elbow bore the brunt of her fall, both now pulsating with pain, making standing up a real struggle.

Only a few days had elapsed in their supposed three- year arrangement, and Nicole had already found it hard to endure.

Though Jarrod had vowed not to marry within their agreement, she still couldn't hold her head high.

She knew that, especially in front of Jamie, she could be cast aside at any moment.

Suddenly, the exit door swung open.

Nicole thought it was Jarrod and blurted out, “Aren't you supposed to be with her?" It fell quiet on the other end.

Lifting her gaze, she found not Jarrod, but a young doctor in a white coat, holding a cigarette and regarding her with a perplexed look.

Nicole hastily apologized.

"I'm sorry." "It's fine." The doctor glanced at his cigarette and then back at her, putting it out without a word.

footsteps approaching, Nicole knew

the strength to stand and limped toward

paces away,

her, releasing her hand once

Nicole waved her hand dismissively, remarking, "I can manage on my own, but thanks.”

another man not long

now, Jarrod." Breaking his stare, Jarrod turned around and

herself trapped in

dream, a small silhouette stood with its back to her amid a seemingly endless

psychic connection, Raegan knew

feet felt as though they were cemented to the

out, but her vocal cords were as if sealed

over her as she collapsed to her knees, inching her way

the more distant the

beseechingly implored

white, and through the infinity of snow, Raegan heard a

found she still couldn't

plea was only

"Please...

go..." She observed the small form recede further into the distance until it

of surgical instruments

can't save

the other injuries..." Frantically, she shook her head, her silent pleas

take my baby away...” But her voice

felt the icy grip of forceps removing the child from her

open by a dull blade,

blanket of snow faded, replaced by a shroud of darkness consuming her

comatose for four

would sometimes mutter incomprehensibly, at times feverish, and

relayed the doctor's diagnosis to Mitchel, the latter's already fragile heart was

though he had been dealt a crushing blow, his

passing Mitchel the paternity test Raegan had entrusted him to monitor the accessing process before the result

went through

sure what's gone wrong between you two,

the sort of thing she would typically do.” Mitchel stared at

had splintered into fragments in that

was indeed his own didn't surprise him as much as those plain

had he been doing all this time! He had questioned her, lost

she needed him most, he had

tinged with a reddish hue, teetering

a bastard he was! In the days that Raegan lay unconscious, Mitchel found himself sitting alone on a bench outside the ICU, consumed by guilt every ticking