Immaculate Misconception [r.h] ✓

Eighteen

Three hours.

We've all been waiting in this goddamn waiting room for three hours hoping to hear any news about the love of my life. About the girl I was about to ask to marry me in literally four days. I've paced in circles, from wall to wall, a billion times. I've tapped my feet and fingers repetitively out of impatience, and have checked with the lady at the desk for the ICU too many times to count by now. At first, Chris had attempted to calm me down, but Ryan-Ashley told him to let me be and let my mind go.

Within the first thirty minutes of arriving, my body had gone numb. And it wasn't from the cold weather, it was actually quite warm in here. My nails were bitten down to the nub, and I just wanted anything to happen besides the silence that was irritating us all.

This was exactly like last time, all of us sat in the hospital waiting room, hoping good news would come from a doctor. And last time some did, Dr. Burke had appeared from those double doors saying she was stable and unfortunately in a coma. But the good news of it all was she was going to live, Dr. Burke didn't have a single doubt in that. And after a month, Sara woke up. Only she didn't remember any of us, and I prayed that we wouldn't be back at square one again with the memory loss. I'd just gotten Sara back, I couldn't lose her again.

While I paced from wall to wall thinking this, the double doors opened and my head immediately snapped up to see a random nurse coming out of the double doors. That's happened about five times, and it's irritated me to no end every single time. I huffed and sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room from the others.

My legs bounced up and down, my teeth chewing on my nails that were already barely existing.

No words could begin to explain the amount of worry and nervousness that coursed through my veins. I swear, to anybody I didn't know I looked like a crazy person. I heard the doors open again, but I didn't bother to look up since it was most likely another nurse going in and out of the ICU doors. But I was wrong, for my bandmates and their girlfriends immediately stood up. I followed, and looked to see Dr. Burke dressed as if she just left someplace they performed surgery in.

Blue scrubs covered her actual clothes, and a mask was placed under her chin. She had some type of hat thingy to keep her hair back and out of her face. Her hands were stuck in the shirt pockets, and a small smile was on her face.

"Miss Martin is stable." she said and everybody visibly relaxed at once. "But," she continued and it grabbed all our attention again, especially mine. "She is in critical condition."

"Is she gonna live?" Chris whispered and we were lucky to be the only ones here.

"As of now, she will be just fine." she assured and I relaxed again.

I knew it, I knew my Sara was a fucking fighter. Like I said, she kicked death's ass before and she was going to do it again. Nothing could stop her.

"Who is Miss Martin's partner, may I ask?" Dr. Burke said.

"That'd be me ma'am." I replied and stepped up to be a little in front of the others.

"Well I wanted to assure you specifically that the fetus is perfectly fine as well." she smiled.

I felt myself freeze immediately. Fetus? Fetus as in, baby type of fetus? Sara was pregnant. My Sara, my love, was pregnant. And there was no doubt it was my baby inside her, for I was the latest person she had sex with. And I might've forgotten to use protection.

"Wait, Sara's pregnant?" Ryan-Ashley butted in.

"Yes, was no one aware of this?" Dr. Burke asked and we all shook our heads no. Well except for me, I was still frozen. "Oh, well then congratulations! She's actually about four and a half weeks along." the doctor informed us.