LIGHT IN DARKNESS

 By Tessa Harvey


CHAPTER ONE

    Lacey stirred and winced. Her whole body ached. Opening her eyes, she was aware of dim lighting. Moving slightly, she gasped with pain - and puzzlement. The sheet crackled beneath her thin body. It felt stiff and hard.
    Suddenly she opened her eyes wide. Where was her baby!? She felt her stomach, almost flat. Then she groaned. Deliberately the young woman pushed aside the dark in her mind, burying the panic and fear.
    And thought hard. The upstairs flat, the stairs, the sudden vicious push in her back, the scream as she fell tumbling over, flailing wildly to try to stop her headlong plunge...then blackness.
    So this was obviously a hospital. My mind is slow, thought Lacey.
    The curtain round her had swirled open. A nurse poked her head around. She was sturdy with dark hair and eyes.
    "My baby," whispered Lacey. "Where is she? Where is Hope?" "She is fine," the nurse answered, but something flickered in her expression. Something wrong.
    Lacey pulled herself up, trying to swing her legs around. The room whirled. "Concussion," stated the nurse firmly, pushing her back against the pillows. "And a broken rib," she continued cheerfully, "not to mention severe bruising and a sprained wrist. Be grateful someone found you."
    Lacey leaned back and closed her eyes. "My baby," she said again. "I just want my baby."
But the nurse had gone.







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