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her lying on the floor, still, unmoving.
    “Pick up, damn it, PICK UP!” He could hear the sound of Nasir’s voicemail answering. Where the fuck was Nasir? “Nasir, it’s Zayn. I’m at Adara’s and she has passed out. Come here fast..”
    He moved beside her, kneeling down to her body. He placed his hand on her stomach over where he believed his child was. It had to be his child. Right? Maybe she was with someone else while he was gone, or maybe with someone else in the weeks before him. Fuck no. This child is mine! No one would be raising a child with her but him. He softly started to stroke her skin, picturing the baby inside her womb. His child. No, their child.
    Zayn let his fingers run over her stomach. He was a total asshole, leaving and never considering checking in with her. He contemplated how much he had let the woman he loved down. Were his actions even forgivable, knowing what had been at stake? And now look at her, unconscious on the ground, pregnant with his child. He had turned into someone he didn’t even know or recognize anymore.
    “Adara, I promise, if you wake up, I will take such good care of you. You will want for nothing, and I’ll make you my queen. I’ll never leave you again.”
    Nothing, no movement, and no indication she heard him, just nothing. Zayn stood up and went into the bathroom, taking a washcloth and dampening it with cool water. Coming back to her still body, he wiped it along her brow, trying to help give her some comfort. He leaned over her body and placed his ear right above her chest; he could see shallow breaths being taken. He felt the rush of relief knowing that hope was still there. He hadn’t lost her, lost someone else he loved.
    Zayn took the washcloth, and as he continued to blot it along her face, he started to smell something very familiar. He looked up and down her body in a confused and nervous demeanor. Blood, he smelled blood. He knew that smell. Where was it coming from? He gently lifted her arms to inspect and didn’t find any cuts. He got a small cringe in his stomach as he started to roll her onto her side. That’s when he saw the sliver of wood sticking out of her back.
    “FUCK!” He moved her body and positioned it where he could pull the piece of wood out. Zayn put his hand around the wood, pulling as carefully as he could while aiming it down and to the left. He heard it snap, and only part of the wood came free from her body. He looked at the wound and could see the pieces still lodged inside her. Setting her back down, he began to look around for something to pull the splintered wood out with. He remembered that he had seen a nail kit in the bathroom. Thinking there might be something in there he could use; he stood up and went to grab the pedicure kit. Kneeling down beside her, he fumbled, opening the container and pulling out a pair of tweezers and cuticle trimmers. While hovering over her back, he started to retrieve the splintered pieces of wood from inside her. He pulled them out one by one until they were all gone.
    His attention was broken when he heard the front door open and close. He grabbed the washcloth he was using for her forehead and placed it on the back wound.
    “Zayn, Zayn!” Nasir called out as he rushed through the different rooms of the house.
    “Back here, Nasir. I don’t know if she is going to be all right. She has such shallow breathing, and I had to take the wood out of her back.”
    Nasir looked around her bedroom as he crossed the threshold, noticing the broken door and debris lying around. “Zayn, what happened?” he asked while coming to kneel on the other side of Adara. He couldn’t help but notice how thin and frail his king looked. “How long have you been back?
    Zayn didn’t want to talk about him just yet; he had more important things to tend to, like his beloved lying on her floor unconscious. “That’s not important; we need to get her help. Just help me take her to the hospital.”
    Nasir gave Zayn