A/N
Wasss up^ , so here we go. I'm sticking to this book don't hate me now!!
Igght, *cracks neck*
Let's do this.
Chapter 21
"Chandler?" My weak voice rang through the dark hospital room.
"No, it's Breanna."
Turning my head slightly, I was that it was in fact Breanna. She was sitting in a uncomfortable wooden chair; her face hanging low and there where dark moon like circles in her eyes.
"Water." I croaked. My voice was horse, and in much need of cool liquid. Breanna rubbed her eyes, implying her need for sleep.
"Okay, give me a minute." She choked out. I could see that she was also in need of water. She came back a few moments later with a tall glass, two doctors followed her in.
"Emily how are you feeling?" One of them spoke.
"Dizzy. Whe- where's Chandler?" I asked taking a long drink from the class.
"I'm sorry who?" The doctor replied.
"We don't know, he hasn't came in. Well I mean he brought you in but, other than that he's a no show." Breanna spoke up.
"What? There must be something wrong. Has anyone went to our house to check on him?" I sobbed.
"That's the thing." Breanna softly spoke, "He isn't there."
I looked down and my body and almost yelled at the horror. My stomach was flat. Completely flat. With wires poking out of my arms. I was starting to feel light headed.
"Oh my god. Where? Where is?" I shoot my head towards the doctor. "Where's my baby!"
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"Do you need anything?" Breanna calmly asked.
"No. I'm fine." I stated, wanting to be alone. Scratch that. I wanted Chandler. I want him here, with me, holding me and telling me that it's going to be fine. Even though it's not. I was starting to tear up, until I heard Breannas voice.
"I need to go, I haven't seen Rowland nor Eric in about six hours." She stated, but then shoot her head up with sorrow in her eyes. "Emily, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that I uh-"
Shortly after her words I cut her off. "It's okay."
"I'll um, I'll be leaving then." And with that she was gone and I was alone agin with only my thoughts.
I can't carry a child. I'm not worthy to carry. I killed my baby. What's wrong with me? Why am I such a screw up...? I ruined my baby, my poor baby. And Chandler? He's not coming back.. I failed him.
Before I knew it I was engulfed with tears, heavy ones, rushing down my face. I heard a light knock at the door. I heard they got up wincing in pain. I rushed to the door and forcefully swung it open expecting and hoping to see Chandler. But there was no one. Sighing I shut the door and walked up to our room. I looked around at all the photos of us, felling a single tear drop down my cheek. Turning on my heal, I walked to the bed almost throwing myself into it.
