Forever Yours

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Beeping.

It made my ears perk as my eyes opened. It felt like I was sleeping for five fucking years.

But when my eyes opened, I didn't see my bedroom. I saw white. White walls, white bed sheets, white table.

I'm in a hospital room.

I looked over to my side, seeing something in the back of my hand. An IV with surgical tape on top of it.

I turned my head to the other side and didn't see anyone.

My heart began to race as I tried to sit up, wincing a little at the pain aching in me.

Then I saw Fred come though the door quickly, coming over to me. "Fred- Freddie-" I whimpered as I grabbed onto his arm.

"It's okay love, lay back." He said calmly and helped me back to the position that didn't make me want to scream out in pain.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm glad to see you awake." A doctor walked into the room with a settle smile.

I didn't let go of Fred's hand as I looked up at him with panic in my eyes. "What's going on?" I whispered.

"You need rest Mrs. Weasley. I promise you can know everything but we need to make sure you are stable right now." The doctor said.

"I'm fine, I want to know what happened?" I said.

Fred sat down on the chair next to me, not letting go of my hand once.

The doctor sighed and walked closer to us. "There is a lot to say Mrs. Weasley and I'm afraid it will overwhelm you." He said.

Why won't he say anything? Why isn't Fred saying anything. Why do I have an aching pain in me?

"Please." I whispered.

I looked back at Freddie and saw he wasn't looking at me. Why isn't he looking at me?

"You had a miscarriage." He said sincerely.

My hand fell from Fred's as I looked at the doctor with disbelief. My heart wasn't hammering anymore. I swear it stopped. My heart stopped beating.

"Having a miscarriage at 14 is very, very, rare, and hard to take care of. You were passed out when brought it, but it was crucial that we... removed the infant from you." He explained.

My eyes widened. No surgery, right?

"Originally, we induce labor and deliver the baby, but, we didn't want to interfere you." He said, "we sedated you and..."

Got rid of my baby.

A sob escaped from my grasp and I put my hands over my eyes, dropping my head between my shoulders.

Freddie got up and brushed his hand over my shoulder, I turned into him and pressed my face into his torso, clutching my hand in his shirt and began to cry.

"I am so sorry Mrs. Weasley." The doctor said.

No thought were running though my mind, I was just crying, hard. So fucking hard that my ears were ringing and I could barely breathe. Freddie's hand rubbed against my back soothingly and he even pressed a kiss to the top of my head, whispering that it'd be okay.

It's not going to be okay.

Im not pregnant anymore.

"Would, would you like to know what happened?" The doctor asked with a little sigh.

Do I really want to know? No.

But I still nodded my head yes slowly then leaned back a little, still clutching onto Fred's shirt.