The Yogscast affair

Push!

"Push woman! Push!" Lewis shouted.

"I'm trying! It's harder than it looks man!"

"Puuush!"

"Leave me alone Lewis!"

"No, I need to be here!"

"Not litterally leave me alone, just stop shouting at me!"

"Zoey! It's not that hard to open a damn door!" Lewis cried, slowly pulling her aside and opening the door to Hannah's room, struggling slightly.

(I know what ya'll were thinking ;) )

"Fine!" An irritated Zoey mumbled, reluctantly following Lewis into the room. The blinding light and reflective walls were like a smack in the face for them.

Why are hospitals so bright and... CLEAN?! ...Ah right. Zoey thought, closing the door behind her.

"Hannah!" Lewis sighed, relieved and kissing her forehead. She forced a smile with pained eyes and a sweaty face. "What's new babe, any news?"

She swallowed hard. "They said the pains I've been having are probably just normal things or something. False alarm." Hannah spoke slowly as she looked up at him. He clutched her left hand and squeezed it gently.

"Okay," He breathed slowly. "Okay... Um, Zoey. Hannah, I think, is gonna stay here overnight so they can keep an eye on her, you want me to drive you home?"

Zoey looked at thr floor for a moment, her face painted with a look of surprisingly extreme concentration. Finally, she looked up, her face back to normal. "No, I'll ring Fifi and ask if she'll pick me up. I'm sure she won't mind." Zoey grinned, happily taking Lewis' phone out of his now outstretched hand. He nodded to her as she opened the door again, and left. Immediately, he turned back to Hannah. She looked so desperate, so pained, so... scared. Lewis slumped himself into the green, slightly uncomfortable chair next to the bed Hannah lay in and led his head against her hand. She ran her hand through his hair, sighing.

"Lewis?" Hannah spoke slowly with concern. "What's wrong? I'm fine, look."

He shook his head, gazing at the pristine tiles on the floor. "I know you are it's just... what if is happens again Hannah?"

"What happens again?"

"You know..." He gave her a sorrowful look.

"Oh... right." She sighed, frowning and fiddling with the itchy bedsheet.

"You see, every time I left you at home by yourself in pain I... I couldn't stop thinking about you... about both of you. I was worried every second."

"You didn't have to leave." She mumbled, regreting her words.

"Excuse me? I have to. How else will we support this baby?" Lewis said, raising his voice slightly.

"Of course you didn't! You're the boss! You can do whatever you like!" Hannah raised her voice even more, becoming angry.

"I'm the fucking co-boss! Simon's in no fit shape to work so I have to!" Lewis shouted, standing to his feet and scowling.

"I'm in no fit shape to be left a-fucking-lone! Whilst you're out anything could happen!"

"Like fucking what?!" He slammed his hands against his legs.

"Anything! I could have another miscarriage for all you know and it would be all your fault, again!" Hannah screamed, breathing loudly after her words. The room became silent, they became silent. Lewis stared at her in horror, like she'd just broke his heart.

He gulped, forcing his face into an almost crying look of despise. "It wasn't my fault the first time..."

Hannah scoffed. "Whatever you say Brindley."