My Wolf

CHAPTER 25

Trigger Warning

Two weeks later

Betty

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling slightly uncomfortable, almost like I was aching. Then a sudden sharp pain radiated through my lower abdomen; I immediately curled up in reflex, subsequently moving Jug's arm that was wrapped around me causing him to stir. "Baby?" he asked, squinting in the dark to try and find my body. "Go back to sleep Jug, I'm just a little sore," and just like that he was wide awake. "I'll get you some tylenol," he said as he threw back the covers and got out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom. He retrieved the pain meds and a glass of water before turning to come back to bed, suddenly I heard him stop moving. I turned over to see what was wrong, I saw him frozen staring at the bed. I looked down to see the last thing I ever wanted to see. Our sheets and my shorts were covered with blood.

I just sat there looking at the red stains smeared over my body and the blankets. "Jug," I whispered, my brain seeming to be gone from my body. Somewhere in the background I heard the glass Jug was holding hit the floor, the next thing I knew he had scooped me up in his arms and was running out the door and down the stairs. He used his back to push through the double doors and started screaming for a nurse. He still hadn't put me down when the one that was on the night shift came running in from a back room. I couldn't really hear what they were saying, I could only really see their faces. Jug was scared and the nurse was horrified, looking at the blood all over my legs and now the front of Jug's shirt. Another nurse ran a gurney out and Jug gently placed me on it while the first nurse was linking doc. The last thing I remember is doc's face as he ran beside my stretcher into a room and Jug being told he couldn't come in. Then my brain couldn't do it anymore, I blacked out.

Jughead

There I was, sitting in the waiting room after being told I couldn't be with my mate. The clock on the wall read 2:53 am. I had a pretty good idea of what happened but I'm praying I'm wrong, I don't know if we could handle that. Betty's blood was all over my hands and shirt, I could feel my stability leaving my body and I know we would both need support if our worst nightmare came true.

J - Dad, you need to get down to the medical wing right now.

I didn't get a response but I know he heard it because 3 minutes later he burst through the doors, his eyes frantically scanning the room until they landed on me. I heard him gasp at my appearance before he sprinted over to me and pulled me into his arms, I immediately burst into tears. "Shhhh," he tried to quiet me down but it didn't work, I sobbed until I could barely breathe. "Jug, tell me what happened." "I woke up to Betty shuffling around the bed, she said she ached so I went to get her some Tylenol. When I turned to go back from the bath room I saw the sheets," a sob cut through my voice as I struggled to continue. "She was covered in blood dad," I couldn't speak anymore as the tears kept rolling down my face. My dad let out a sigh and held me tighter; he knew what this meant too but none of us were ready to admit it, not until it was confirmed without a shadow of a doubt.

10 minutes later doc walked into the room and softly called my name, I could tell what happened just by the look on his face and I nearly collapsed. They both caught me and made sure I was steady before letting me go. "I'm sorry Jug," doc said sadly, "you can go see her, first door on your left." I nodded and made my way down the hall to the door described, taking a breath before knocking softly and opening the door. Betty was curled up in a ball on the center of the bed, now in a hospital gown. Her body was shaking violently as she sobbed into her knees. I closed the door and flew across the room, not even hesitating to climb onto the bed and pull her into my arms. She turned around and buried her face in my neck, her hands gripping my shirt. I held her so tight it was border line suffocation, we just sat there crying. I knew it wouldn't help anyone to try and conceal my pain so I just let it out while trying to comfort my mate.

A few minutes later I heard her try to speak. "I'm so sorry Jug, I'm so sorry ...," she kept repeating in her small, broken voice. I couldn't stand to see her like that, "No, baby no," I said in a soft but stern voice, "this is not your fault, you could never have prevented this." She just continued shaking and whispering 'I'm sorrys' over and over again. I just kept telling her it's not her fault and that I love her. We fell asleep like that, laying in the hospital bed wrapped in love and sorrow. I know that tomorrow is going to be one of the worst days of our lives, I don't know if I can deal with it.

FP

"She miscarried," doc said in what was practically a whisper; I just nodded in return, a sigh escaping my lips as a tear rolled down my cheek. Doc took a deep breath before continuing, "they need to stay here until the baby passes, probably until tomorrow afternoon. From there there will be more bleeding for about 2 weeks." I just kept nodding and looking at the door my son had just disappeared behind. "Look, FP," he said, grabbing my shoulder and looking straight into my eyes, "I'm telling you this because they are in too much pain right now to understand, they need you to know what is going on." "Ok, thanks doc," he gave a small nod before leaving the room. I went to go check on Jug and Betty; peeking in the door to find them both asleep, wrapped in each other's arms with tear stained faces. With a sigh I left the medical wing and made my way to my office, collapsing in my chair and opening my top drawer. Inside that drawer sat the sonogram from 2 weeks ago. I picked it up and stared at it, then held it to my chest as I let the tears fall down my face. I swore to protect my family, if only there was a way I could have protected them from this.