The Diary of Two Doms [BDSM]

Pain.

"I won't be sure until we get the X-rays back to the hospital, but without a doubt, three of your fingers are broken." The doctor frowned, securing the very last stitch in Miles's hand. The doctors have been here for hours and all Miles wants to do was drown the world out. He couldn't stomach the thought of what was going on upstairs in Kyrie's room. She was still talking to the doctors.

For some reason, he didn't want to forget what led to all of this. The situation cooked in the frontal lobe of his mind like hard overdone scrambled eggs. He wanted this so bad! Yet he couldn't blame her for this, not when it was his fault that it happened in the first place. He forced her to this and there is no way he could take it back now.

As Miles was mentally frying his own brain, he hadn't paid any attention to the woman enter the room. She's well dressed in dark grey slacks and a button down white shirt and blazer, her hair is pinned back into a tight neat bun. Her eyes land on Miles immediately and she could feel the anger and hopelessness radiating from his body.

She purses her lips as she tries to determine the best way to tackle the task at hand. Miles is looking straight ahead obviously too caught up in his own thoughts to pay any type of attention to her. In the calmest way she can, she steps to her right with one click of her shiny black pumps and sits beside him. Her left hand finds his and as their hands touched it made Miles's skin crawl.

"It's none of my business, but situations this delicate really don't mix with violence. I'm not saying that you're going to hurt her...but maybe seeing things from each other's point of view can probably shed some light on something you didn't see was right in front of you."

"And who the hell are you?" Miles griped, snatching his hand from hers.

"I'm Amelie Stone, Ms. Phillips's primary care physician. You flew me in from my business trip in Maine. Unfortunately, I cannot release or share with you what Kyrie's and I have discussed but I can maybe ease some tension before I bring you both together to talk." Amelie narrows, batting her grayish green eyes at Miles.

"I don't want to talk to Kyrie so leave me out of it."

"But-"

"I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCK OUT OF IT YOU CRAZY BROAD!" Miles yells, his body jolting up to stare Amelie right in her face. She seemed unphased by his attitude and if not angrier than he is. She stood at least five inches shorter than Miles, but her feet stayed planted and her expression never once changed. Miles didn't scare her.

"Regardless of whatever is going on here, my patient is pregnant with your child at the moment, which means you shouldn't put her through any additional stress. You paid for me to fly all the way here from my bed and you expect me to take your bullshit? Let me tell you something Mr. Hightower. I am not Kyrie and seeing that I am on your side, I suggest you shut up and listen to what I have to say."

Miles eyes roll as he sinks back onto the bed, jumping as the covers grazed against his bad hand. Kyrie's doctor wanted her to keep this child and Miles doesn't have the slightest clue as to why. Amelie is right, stressing her out now will only lead to complications if she decides to keep the baby after all.

"Kyrie's body isn't built to carry children. I'm very surprised she was even able to get pregnant, which is why it's better if she keeps this child. This could be her only chance to have a baby. Don't get me wrong if this isn't what she wants, then we have to move forward but I wanted you there when I told her because she's going to need you to comfort her. So stop acting like a child and man the hell up."

"So you're saying that it's a miracle that she's even pregnant right now." Miles mumbles, not sure how to even react to what he's just heard. Has this been the reason this entire time?

"Maybe. There is a chance she could become pregnant again, but it's very slim Mr.Hightower. From what I've gathered from is that this is why she doesn't want kids...and now that she is pregnant, she's afraid to face a reality she never thought she'd come face to face with. Don't get me wrong, she's very stubborn for this to go only her way. Mr. Hightower I understand that this could be a very sensitive subject between the two of you, but I'm going to do something that I don't usually do. You seem like you're very hurt by this and I just want a better understanding as to why."Amelie pauses, just in time to hear Kyrie's distressed call to Miles.

Both Miles and Amelie scatter up the stairs to Kyrie's room just in time to see what's happening.

Blood soaked the crouch of her pajama shorts as if she'd just started her cycle. Miles's horror filled face didn't at all calm the situation at hand. He didn't know whether to look away or faint.

Kyrie on the other hand is shaking with fear as Amelie rushes to her side before Miles has a chance to react to anything.

"What's happening, WHATS HAPPENING! Why am I bleeding!! Am I spotting?!"

"Shouldn't I go boil some water or something?" Miles blurts out, earning a 'what a dumbass' look from Amelie Stone.

"...No. There's no need Mr. Hightower. I'm going to need a change of clothes for her. And a little bit of time. Hurry back, I'm going to need-"

Miles had been in Kyrie's closet before he heard Amelie finish, nothing else seemed to cross his mind besides the scared look on Kyrie's face. He grabs the first pair of jeans he sees and without so much as a blink is back by her side.

"Kyrie please calm down. Bleeding is common in the first trimester of pregnancy. You're going to be fine." Amelie assures, moving Kyrie to the bed to lie down. Amelie motions Miles to relax Kyrie before she begins her observations. Miles wastes no time as he takes Kyrie by the back of her neck gently with his bad hand. The pain not phasing him.

"You're going to be alright Kyrie. I promise I'm not leaving your side...just stay calm. I'm right here." Tears seem to blind Kyrie from Miles's beautiful face. How is this normal? Was this happening because of the baby? Is something wrong with her?

Kyrie's fingers seem to curl around the hem of Miles's t shirt as the tears flow. Miles could do nothing but bury her into his chest as Amelie grabs the small little pen sized flashlight from her blazer pocket. Miles eyes seems to wonder over to the doctor only to realize that she was looking at him as well.

"She loves you." Amelie mouths.

"I know." Miles answers.