Rosie’s POV

The beeping sound of a holster machine was heard. The smell of disinfectant made my nose quiver.

My head throbs as I squint my eyes.

My breath was slow, and I felt something warm and cozy in me. Steadily, I spur my eyes open.

It took a while for me to get a lucid picture of a white wall beside me.

I was alive...oh, thank goodness, I survived for my babies. That was a close hit.

Then I felt a touch, one so familiar that I got jinxed. Nervously, I rolled my eyes and found him. ...