Indifferent (BWWM)

IV

A breath, turned into a choke, a choke into a cough, and a cough into life.

"Q-Quinn.." I said in shock. "Hey, Someone get in here!" I yelled. My wife's not dead.

"Wha- What's going on? Why am I here?" Quinn asked, holding her now nearly flat stomach. "Z- Zayne have you been crying? Tell me why I'm in here, what happened?"

I couldn't even answer the question before nurses barged into the room and began to rush around the room, tending to Quinn.

"G-Get off of me, don't touch me, I'm not even sick." Quinn reluctantly shook her head.

"Sir, what's happened?" A nurse questioned me.

"I have no clue, she just woke up." I shrugged.

"Why am I here, is something wrong? Is my baby okay?" She tensed up.

"Ma'am you had a very fatal miscarriage." One of the nurses said, taking out a needle to draw blood.

"This is impossible." One of the nurses whispered to another.

"How is she even alive?" The other nurse whispered back.

"No, no." Quinn shook her head, speaking silently to herself.

"What's wrong?" I asked, becoming concerned.

"Another miscarriage?" She realized. "What's wrong with me, Zayn?"

"Quin-"

"I- I can't do this any more." She covered her face and began crying.

"W- What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this, the miscarriages, it's too much, Zayne."

"Baby...-"

"I- I can't give you a baby, we're never going to have a family." She realized.

"How old are we?" I moved her hands from her face.

"That's not the poi-"

"How old are we?" I continued.

"Not old." She rolled her eyes and cracked a smile for a split second.

"Exactly, 50 year olds can still have kids sometimes, right?"

"But-"

"Right?" I grinned in attempt to see that smile.

"Yeah, but-"

"I'm not going to let you fall into another depression." I told her, recalling the dark times where every day was another suicide attempt. "Plus, we can always try again, right? Fertility treatments, much more frequent checkups." I comforted her.

"Yeah, but it won't be the same." Her voice cracked once more.

"It'll happen," I told my wife. "Something big is going to happen when we finally get to have our baby. "

"How do you know?" She looked up to me.

"It's just a feeling." I told her, praying that something good really would happen.

We need a good thing to happen right about now.