Gen 3- Fire: babies 25, 26, and 27- Part two

My feet were glued to the sidewalk. Firelight shown on my face while the flowers in the front yard burned to the ground.

The fire burnt up the trees and I made a break for the front door. I had to get the kids out of there before it was too late. But the second I touched the door knob...I pulled my hand back. The heat had burnt up the door and to the door knob. My hand was instantly burned.

So instead, I rammed my body against the door and it came down the second I hit it.

Tears were now blinding me and smoke was filling my lungs, but I had to go. I had to save them! The entire first floor was engulfed in flames and patches of the ceiling were falling down on me. I hit the stairs immediately, bounding at least 3 steps at once.

I ran into 4 more hot door knobs before reaching the toddlers room which, by the time I got there...was completely in flames...I broke out into sobs but couldn't stop. I sprinted for the next door.

Nothing...everything was on fire. Every little thing. Smoke welled up in my lungs. My eyes were swelling and my head reeling.

"MOM!" I heard a shrill cry from the last bedroom. The door was open and huddled in the corner, were all the kids together...The babysitter standing over them...Matches in one hand and a gas can in the other. My heart stopped as she smiled at me and threw a match down on the floor next to the kids and I watched all of them go up in flames....

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I don't remember anything after that. I sat in a corner of a completely white room. I found myself holding onto my knees. But looking at my hands, I didn't seem like myself. My skin was charred and burnt up. The clothes I was wearing weren't mine. I couldn't feel anything at all but it was slowly coming back.

 The memories of the fire hurt. I didn't know what happened exactly, but waiting was what I was best at.

I sat in that room for what seemed like hours before the door finally opened and a man with black hair and a white robe helped me off the floor and into a wheelchair.

"Ande, do you know where you are?"

I shook my head, unable to speak or even really focus on the man.

"You're in the hospital...You've been very shaken. Follow me and I'll explain everything."

"My kids....They're dead aren't they...?"

"Sweetheart, don't worry. I'll explain everything!"

We went into a well furnished hospital room with a bed that I really wanted to fall into and just sleep. But I sat on the edge as he pulled up a chair.

"Your doctor over on Langly Island called me last night. He told me that I should watch over you because you 'time travel'. I thought he was crazy but I told him that I'd do him a favor and go check on you.
 When I got there, you weren't at your house and the babysitter was playing with the kids. But right as I was about to leave, you appeared out of nowhere talking nonsense about a fire and the babysitter killing your children. I thought I was going insane too because...you had burns all over you skin. I rushed your kids over to my house to stay with my wife until you could safely return home. She's readying them today to visit their grandparents."

"You mean...I had time traveled? Only minutes into the future?"

He pulled my burn covered hand into his. "This should be all the proof that you need, Ande."

"How long was I out of it?"

"Oh, just a couple days. But we were able to contact your parents and they're taking care of everything for you. They're worried about you..."

"Tell them that I'm fine. Just a little burnt..."

"Will do! Now, get some rest and I'll be back in just a little bit with something for those burns."

By this time in my life, I was too familiar with a hospital bed. I've spent more time in one then with any friends.  I looked down at my stomach, which was now swollen and I looked about ready to pop. I called a nurse in to ask her how far along I was exactly. When she told me that I was only 2 days into my pregnancy, I was thinking that something must be very wrong. So, of course I would ask for an ultrasound.

I found out that I was having triplets and they were perfectly healthy. I changed into an outfit more comfortable for the weight in my middle and jumped straight into the bed that seemed to be made of swan feathers.

I fell asleep instantly.

I pulled myself out of bed way before I should have. I was in serious need of rest and a bit of comfort on my skin. Though, I was preparing for three new children so I had to clean myself up. The bath was soothing but at the same time, hurt. The warm water seeped into the burns and made me feel relaxed.

"Are you ready for 3 new little ones?" The doctor asked me, while feeling the bump.

"Oh, I'm not sure...I've got a lot of thinking to do."

"Well, you better be ready because they're coming." I felt my heart beat start to speed up as I realized he was right and a pain hit me the second he stood up.
Labor.

I leaned into  the pain as to stop it but it was no use. He grabbed my hand and told me to breathe right. But as soon as he pulled me to the bed, my three little boys were born...

David, Daniel, and Dexter....Babies 25, 26, and 27.