I'm Here, Brahms [Short Story]

6 : Sick

A month later

Everything has been going well ever since.

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5:42am

That morning, Angel felt uneasy about her body. She had a bad headache, abdominal cramps and lower back pain. That's when she knew what is going on. She can't afford standing up because of the pain, so she decided to stay in the bed for a little while before getting off.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours until Brahms finally woke up. As soon as he awoke, he stood up to make his bed and get ready to take a shower. He felt odd that he didn't smell anything scrumptious coming from downstairs at the kitchen, thinking that Angel would usually fix them a breakfast. He walked down the hallway to Alan's bedroom to see him still sleeping soundly. He left Alan sleeping and decided to go to Angel's bedroom.

He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again for the second time and still no answer. He started to get worried. He thought to himself that if he knocked for the third time and she still won't open the door nor answer his call, he will open the door using the master key.

He knocked again for the last time. Still no answer. "Alright." He said. He walked to his room to grab the master key and walked faster to Angel's room. He slipped the key in and turned the doorknob around. As soon as the door open, his eyes widened in shock. His body was trembling.

There's a lot of blood scattered on the bed. He ran towards her and shook her shoulders.

"Angel! Angel wake up! Angel!" He screamed desperately. Angel's face was pale as snow. Sweats were covering body. After a few screams, Angel finally opened her eyes ever so weakly. Brahms sighed in relief. "Angel, what happened..? Are you okay..? Did you possibly attempting a suicide?????" He asked, demanded an answer.

Angel furrowed her eyebrows. She sat up slowly. "What do you mean attempting a suicide?" She asked. "Seriously?? Are you that blind. Don't you see all of these??¿¿" he said in disbelief. Angel slowly looked down at the bed. She immediately pushed Brahms making him fell onto the floor. "What the-?" He asked in confusion. He stood up carefully.

Angel's face was now red.

"Seriously Angel, what happened? D-don't tell me you were having a miscarriage-"

"What the hell- no!"

"O-okay."
"B-because you know I've never touch you. I-it's not right."

"Y-yes. I know."
"Thank you for being a gentleman towards me."

"Y-you're welcome."

"...."

"But if it's not that, then are you on your period?" He asked again. Angel replied with a nod.

"Ah..."
"Do you want me to help you wash this-"

"N-no. I-it's fine."

"Okay but do you need help standing up?"

"Yes, please. It hurts."

Brahms face changed to sorrow.

"Is it hurting so bad? Where?" He asked, placing his hand onto Angel's stomach.