Crossover
You tried to open your eyes, but you felt so exhausted and disoriented that it took an overwhelming amount of time and effort to succeed. When you finally opened them, you were laying in the bed of a hospital room, the sun filtering in through the window blinds. You didn't remember anything about going to a hospital.
Panic set in instantly, paralyzing you with fear. Your heart rate increased, which was reflected in the sound of the monitor next to your bed. You swallowed and it felt like razor blades going down. You felt so weak.
Your bleary eyes shifted to your left when you heard Chris's quiet voice, strained with emotion, "Oh my God." He was sitting in a chair next to your bed and took your hand in both his gingerly, "Hey, sweetheart."
You blinked a few times in an attempt to clear your vision a bit more. You could see that he was tearing up, his brows pulled up in the center.
"What-", your voice came out in a whispered croak, you coughed, your throat was so fucking dry. He brought a cup of water with a straw from the bedside table to your lips and you took a sip, barely nodding in appreciation, then he put it back. Your voice still didn't sound much better, barely above a whisper; hoarse. You had to push your breath hard to get anything out, "What... happened?"
Chris's face twisted, "You were in a car accident. You fell into a coma."
You could only whisper now. You were shaking and blinking quickly, shock taking over, "What?"
"You went into a coma a month ago, after a car accident. You just started breathing on your own last week.", he offered.
'I don't remember any car accide- My babies...', you thought.
You whispered again, "Connor. The baby." Your right hand went to your belly, shakily and you noticed your hand and arm were more gaunt than you remembered them being.
Chris's brows furrowed and in the same moment, your attention was drawn to the doorway to your other side by the movement of someone entering the room and stopping suddenly.
Sebastian.
(TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2)