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.

knew she

the rail, she mustered the strength to stand and limped toward the door

few paces away,

her, releasing her hand once

waved her hand dismissively, remarking, "I can manage on my own, but thanks.” "Don't mention it.” A stone's throw away,

with another man not long after he

"We can leave now, Jarrod." Breaking his stare, Jarrod turned around

trapped

its back

if by some psychic connection, Raegan

close the gap, her feet felt as though they were cemented to the

attempted to call out, but her vocal cords

over her as she collapsed to her knees, inching

the more distant the

spot, she beseechingly implored the child

figure paused in the limitless white, and through the infinity of snow, Raegan heard a youthful voice

Desperate to reply, Raegan found she still couldn't utter

plea was only

"Please...

observed the small form recede further into the distance until

clink of surgical instruments

save the

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

baby away...” But her voice fell on deaf

grip of forceps removing the child

as if cleaved open by a dull blade, as she was overcome by

snow faded, replaced by a shroud of darkness

comatose for

she would sometimes mutter incomprehensibly, at times feverish, and at others,

Mitchel, the

he had been dealt a crushing blow,

before passing Mitchel the paternity test Raegan had entrusted him to

"Raegan went

wrong between you two, but I think

thing she would typically do.” Mitchel stared at the test results,

felt like it had splintered into fragments in that single

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

He had questioned her, lost faith in her, confined

she needed him most, he had cast her into

tinged with a reddish hue, teetering

In the days that Raegan lay unconscious, Mitchel found himself sitting alone on a bench outside the ICU, consumed by guilt