–Livana–
Lucky? Perhaps too lucky. They discovered I was pregnant after the accident—just three days before the results were meant to show. No miscarriage. No complications. The baby was healthy, its heartbeat strong and loud, like a steady drum inside me. Dr. Greene congratulated us and handed over a baby book. Since it's our first, Damon clung to every word, his meticulous mind recording details I could not be bothered to commit.
As for me—I would eat, sleep, and exercise gently. The rest, I would leave to him. Since they couldn't prescribe anything strong for the pain, I surrendered instead to sleep, letting exhaustion soften what medicine could not. After more than a week in the hospital, I was finally discharged.
Damon brought me home to the Blackwell residence. Jane was appointed as my nurse, and Chef Wally stood ready to prepare every meal. Yet my appetite was scarce, dulled by the lingering concussion and the bruises that still sang from the accident.
