OPEN: BLACK SCREEN
TITLE: 10 Hours Later
CAMERA: From behind closed eyelids. We see the blink of light. Small slivers of awareness. Someone is waking up.
Stereotypical hospital noise in background (beeps, intercom announcements, etc.)
CUT TO: view of hospital room from opposite wall. Hospital room has low lighting but is obviously stark and empty. Divider curtain separates one patient from the other, but the additional bed is empty for now.
CAMERA moves closer so we can see our YOUNG WOMAN/MOMMY is a patient lying in a hospital bed. She is groggy and confused, slowly coming awake after a long ordeal and anesthesia. She looks slowly around the room with her eyes. She moves her fingers, yes they work. She rubs her eyes trying to focus. She looks down at her body that is now about ten pounds lighter and rubs her stomach.
Suddenly full of panic, she tries to sit up but she can’t. She tries to roll onto her side but she can’t. She can’t seem to move. The panic is on her face and in her eyes and in her desperate attempt to grasp the nurse call button.
Something is wrong. Terribly wrong.
(soft, almost inaudible sob)
FADE TO BLACK
I truly believe there are moments in our lives when God chooses to intervene. He sees a pattern forming and for better or worse He chooses to step in and consequently change our point of view. Sometimes it can happen through a gentle whisper and sometimes it is more like a wrecking ball. I’m more familiar with the wrecking ball.
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