DON’T LET ME DIE

Taking a few attempts, Ross eventually found the words to talk to me.

‘Are you OK?’ he repeated over and over.

‘Yes, I’m fine, what’s going on?’ I replied, listening to Ross’ voice tremble.

‘James has been stabbed,’ he suddenly blurted.

‘Stabbed? What are you going on about? Is this a wind up?’ I said, sharply.

Only, with the phone being passed on to a more authoritative voice, I knew it wasn’t a prank anymore.

James wasn’t on his way home to me and the bump.

‘I can’t give you any more details, all I can say is that he has been taken to Leeds General Infirmary,’ the police officer said.

I didn’t know where abouts James had been stabbed, what had happened to him, and most importantly if he was even alive.

A 15-minute trip had turned into the worst night of my life.

Our baby needed him