11th part of my untitled story

-This is complicated to say, Mr. Brown...take a seat and I'll explain.

Adam quickly sat on his bed and looked at the man. He looked like a kind of doctor. A very serious one.

-First and fonemost, calm down and...

-Say it, dammit!

-Patience! 

-...

-You have been in a coma for five months.

Silence. Disbelief. 

-But that is not possible. 

-I'm afraid it is.

Adam delayed some minutes to accept the news. He realized that his hair was longer and tangled. He felt even more weak than before, and could touch his ribs under his white coat. His mouth tasted awful. Then, a sudden thought.

-Where is Muriel?

"If it has passed five months she must be about to give birth. Or she could has had the baby...".

-She is waiting at the door, but before that we have to make you some medical tests.

-No, I must know. What happened?

-...It's OK. It is not sure, but you fell down the stairs and, when your wife returned home she called the ambulance. Since then, you have been here, in the Glasgow Royal Infirmary under treatmen. You have been in safe hands, don't worry.

-...-it was hard to assimilate that great amount of information. But he wanted to see his wife. He was angry with himself. For his ineptitude he has abandoned her when she needed him the most. The only thing he wanted to do was see her and say how sorry he was. See how her beautiful body has changed, embracing the new and tiny life that was growing inside her. Something of himself. Something of herself. Something of both. Something alive. Something loved...but alone for too much time.

-Mr. Brown?

-Do me what you want, but do it fast.