Claire’s POV
The soft, steady sound of a machine slowly pulled me out of the darkness.
I tried to open my eyes, but the white light on the ceiling was too harsh and I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust.
For a few seconds, my brain was empty. But then, a sharp pain shot up my arm and also around my legs.
The memories hit me fast and hard. The burning pack house. My brother pushing me out the door. The freezing snow, the sharp rocks, and the terrifying journey up the mountain.
"My baby" I screamed, my voice coming out dry and cracked.
I shot up in the bed in panic and ignored the pain in my body and wrapped my hands around my stomach. I was breathing so fast that I felt dizzy.
I remember seeing blood. Did I lose my baby?
"Hey, hey, please calm down, Miss Claire" a gentle voi
