Me and Harry waited in the car for what felt like forever. Finally, we saw some flashing lights. It was a police car. He parked next to us on the side of the road. We hurried and got out and ran to the car. He got out.
"Is she okay? Where is she?!" Harry asked, frantically.
"There was a wreck." I immediately fell to my knees and started screaming and crying.
"NOOOOO! MY BAAAABYYYYY!" I screamed. Harry just stood there speechless.
"No." Is all I heard him say. "This is all my fault." He dropped down next to me and took me into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Abby." He started crying. Bad. Bawling.
So there we sat, tears rapidly flowing, heads in hands. Laylah was gone. And we're not going to get her back. I've lost everything.
"Sir. Ma'am. You didn't let me finish."
"But-" Harry said.
"I said that there was a wreck. I never said that your daughter died. Amazingly, she was okay. We had an ambulance take her to a hospital, just to make sure. The kidnapper that was driving was killed, the other severely injured, but alive."
"Oh thank God!" I exclaimed, full of joy. "Can we go see her?"
"Of course." Harry and I thanked the officer and then hurried to our car. It felt like another forever until we finally arrived to the hospital.
We ran in. "Nurse! Our baby has just been taken here! Where is she?"
"Are you, um, Laylah Styles's parents?"
"Yes!" I said.
"Room 117 on this floor."
We thanked the nurse and ran to the designated room.
"Here it goes." Harry said, grabbing my hand. He pushed the door open slowly. There layed Laylah, hooked up to many wires. There were about 5 doctors in the room. "Is- is Laylah okay?" Harry asked.
"For now, yes. We're just making sure she has no internal injuries." A woman doctor said, walking to us. "Come outside with me." She motioned us out of the room, shutting the door behind her. "She's very, very lucky to even be alive. Yet alone, with no injuries."
"Trust me, we're estatic about that. When will we get to take her home?" I asked.
"As soon as we're done running some tests. Another crazy thing is that she hasn't cried at all. She just sits there and stares at you. Like she has no idea what's going on." She said, confused.
"Yeah, she doesn't cry very much. She takes that from her mother. Both very strong girls." Harry said, smiling at me. I blushed.
"Yes, very, very strong." She paused for a second. "Well, the tests should be over with soon. I'll inform you on how things are going." She opened the door, stepping back into the room.
"Thank you." I said, meaningfully. She nodded and closed the door.
Harry and I sat in the waiting room. Waiting to see if our baby was going to be okay. I've never been more happy, upset, scared, worried, relieved, thankful in my entire life.
Now, all we can do is wait.