The Yogscast affair

Ah, right.

She's been in for so long. She won't let me back in, they won't let me back in. She's been screaming so much, I'm scared. Do I dare call someone? No, I'll text... Oh shit I didn't text Fiona! My phone's been turned off, better make sure Zoey got home okay. Lewis thought, quickly pulling out his phone and turning it on. 103 messages.

"Jesus Christ." He almost chuckled, gazing at the name and the first message. "Ah... Fiona on Zoey's phone."

Immediately, he scrolled through all the mesaages briefly. All about Hannah's state, Zoey's whereabouts and finally... that she's home safe.

I'm so sorry, I meant to text earlier but shit hit the fan. I hope you both are okay, I'll tell you when Hannah is good. -L

"LEWIS!" A voice screeched, making him jump back and drop his phone.

"Crap!" He yelped, scrambling to his feet, fumbling his phone and bursting through the door. "Hannah?! Are you okay?!" He froze. He couldn't manage words. So much crimson.

Enough blood for two...

"Lewis..." Her voice managed behind floods of tears.

He quickly turned his gaze to one of the nurses who solemnly... shook their head.

Hannah buried her broken and sweating face in the side of her pillow, sobbing in distress. Lewis stood still in the doorway, still having one hand placed on the open door. People peered past him into the room in horror.

A more formal, composed doctor stepped to Lewis, gently closing the door behind him.

"Are you..." He coughed. "Were you going to be the father?" He spoke slowly, his calm tone almost aggravating.

"Fuck. You."

The doctor scoffed. "Excuse me?" His eyes widened, blatantly offended.

"Sir, it was not the doctor's faul-" One of the younger nurse's piped before being interrupted.

"You said you were going to look after my girlfriend and look after this baby. And look, how much shit you've done, fuck all." Lewis spat. He was known for being easily salty but this, no way.

"Sir pleas-"

"FUCK YOU! WE HAVS GONE THROUGH ALL THIS AND NOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO YOUR FUCKING JOB PROPERLY IT ALL MEANS NOTHING!" He screamed in the doctor's faces, pointing at Hannah.

"lewis please." She mumbled panifully.

"No Hannah, this isn't fair." Lewis stepped to a messy Hannah, within arm's reach and further from the doctor.

"Lewis for fucks sake they have a job to keep on doing!"

"WHAT JOB THAT CHILD IS DEAD AND IT'S THEIR FAULT, THEY HAVE NOTHING MORE TO D-"

SLAP.

She slapped him, hard, with the back of her hand.

She screwed up her face and screamed her words louder than Lewis had ever heard her. "FOR FUCKS SAKE IT'S TWINS WE HAVE ONLY LOST ONE!"

...

"...Say what now?"