THE NURSERY NURSE RANDOM

The second miscarriage [Wintumn]

[TW!! MISCARRIAGE, S3LF-H@RM, ALCOHOL ADDICTION)
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The night of 6th September. Winter and Autumn had gone to bed. It was so peaceful, they didn't have work the next day, they had the whole day to themselves, to enjoy as the lovely couple. The disruption of the peaceful night was obvious. The cries from the bathroom were evident. Winter sat up to look for his dear wife Autumn, no where. He put two and two together and got that she was sobbing in the bathroom, he got up, quite in a rush. Autumn in her second trimester, sounding like she was bawling her eyes out wasn't the expected outcome. He went in, as the door was creaked open. And indeed found his darling on the floor. And that's when he found out from her. She'd lost the baby. She miscarried again. That same future they were imagining the first time that they were imagining now too, gone again. Whisked away from them. Even worse thing? What could be even more heartbreaking than this? Autumn blamed herself for this, although she did everything possible to keep the baby. She hated herself that she miscarried not once, but twice. And no matter how many times Winter reassured her, that they'd get through this together and she couldn't control fate, she still despised herself. All she wanted was to be a good mother alongside her sweet, her husband, her soulmate. After awhile she was still grieving, same as Winter. Alcohol wasn't the only unhealthy coping mechanism Autumn had, it wasn't the only thing that allegedly calmed her struggles. She hurt herself, when Alcohol didn't drown out her feelings, she turned to the blade in the cabinet, her legs and stomach covered in red. Winter supported her through it, he desperately tried to help his beloved wife. He knew he couldn't completely reverse everything that led up to this unhealthy coping mechanism, but he could help her clean up, try to steer her from it and listen why she did it. But after everything a few thoughts were lingering in her mind. Just because the bottle is empty dosen't mean she didn't miscarry, just because she was covered in scars didn't mean she wasn't traumatized. It haunted her.