He stares at me, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to find something. His lips form into a thin line. “If that’s what you want.” His hand takes mine and we walk into the hospital, he doesn’t say anything else to me. He’s mad and I understand why, I’d be angry if he was keeping something from me too. He leads me to the surgical floor. “Take a seat, I’m going to find out where Dad is.”
I take a seat and wait, there’s a strong smell of cleaning solution assaults my nose and I try not to heave, I close my eyes and lean my head back, hoping to ease the nausea that’s reared its ugly head.
Footsteps draw my attention and I open my eyes and look toward the sound, Hudson and Harrison are walking toward me. I hate that they both have blank expressions on their faces, I can’t brace myself if I don’t know what’s coming. Harrison pulls me into his arms and I look toward Hudson, he’s not looking at me and it hurts, fuck it stings.
“Mia,” Harrison begins as he pulls away from me. I tear my gaze away from Hudson and look at Harrison. “Your mom lost so much blood, I spoke to an officer I have on board and he said that from the footage they have of the shooting to when someone found her was almost an hour.”
My breath is taken from me, my hands shaking as I wait for him to continue.
“Mia, your mom was in surgery for almost four hours. I’m sorry sweetheart, she didn’t make it.”
My hand clutches my chest as I try and find a way to breathe but I can’t. Dizziness hits me and I sway, my hands reaching out to try and steady myself but I’m already dropping. The darkness coming. I hear yelling but I can’t make out what is being said or who’s saying it.
My mouth feels dry, like I’ve been eating dry crackers. I realize that I’m lying down, what the hell happened? I try and remember what the last thing I remember is? A beeping noise sounds as it hits me, my mom died. I sob, my tears free flowing. Why does Martin have to do this to us? To me? I was nice to him, I never did anything to hurt him and yet all he’s done is hurt me. I sob for the loss of my parents, for the loss of my mom, regret as the last thing I said to her was that she didn’t give a shit about me and she should leave. I cry for the fact that my mom is never going to be a grandma, she’ll never get to see my baby, she’ll never see me get married.
I’m not sure how long I cry, the tears slowly start to dry up and I search for the call button, where’s Hudson?
“Ms Coleman, I’m Angela, I’m your nurse,” a woman says and I open my eyes. “Ms Coleman, you fainted, thankfully your fiancé was there to catch you.”
“Where is he?” I ask, my voice croaky.
“He’s with his mom, would you like me to get him for you?” the nice nurse asks.
I shake my head. “Is his mom okay?”
The look the nurse gives me doesn’t tell me she is. “Can I get you anything?”
I glance at the door, making sure no one is there. “I think I’m pregnant.” I whisper, sounding ashamed.
Angela’s eyes widen before they shut again. “I did ask your fiancé but he said no.”
I lick my lips. “I only found out this morning.”
She gives me a reassuring smile. “Okay, well we can check and see how the baby’s doing. Would you like me to get Dad while I’m getting the machine?”
I panic. “No, please no.”
She touches my head, soothing me as she rubs it. “Okay Ms Coleman, I won’t say anything. I’ll be back in a few moments and when I return we can lock the door so that no one can come in okay?”
I nod. “Thank you.”
She smiles once again and leaves. The minutes tick away, my heart racing in case Hudson returns while she’s gone. I don’t want to have to explain anything just now.
Angela returns and she’s back with the machine and another woman, they enter the room and immediately lock the door behind them. “Ms Coleman, this is doctor Ojan, she’s an OBGYN.”
“Hi,” I say quietly, my nerves getting the better of me.
“Okay Ms Coleman, can….”
“Mia, please call me Mia,” I interrupt, I hate being called Ms Coleman.
Doctor Ojan smiles at me. “Okay, Mia it is. Do you know when your last period was?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I can’t remember, it was before I came home for the summer. “Maybe three months ago?”
“That’s okay, we can find out how far along you are. If you could take off your clothes from your waist down.”
I do as she says and take off my clothes, closing