Lost; n.m

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6:44am 16th July, 2008

// Nathan Maloley //

I squeeze her hand, crying from the endless amounts of pain my fiancé was going through.

I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her forehead. How could something so tragic happen, we both are only 19.

"It's okay baby girl, your going to be okay." I squeeze again as she whines, even louder than before.

Without taking my eyes off of her I call a for doctor to help her.

"Stay for me, push through the pain!" I almost yell at her but stop myself. I was getting way too stressed.

"Sir, I'm going to have to tell you to leave the room"

"NO!" I yell at the doctor who was only trying to be polite, not letting go of the love of my life.

"Sir, if you go not leave we are going to have to physically remove you from the area" I cried out for someone else to back me up but no-one did. I started to sobbing even more as I was lifted out of the room and into the hallway where most of my fiancées family stood.

The same doctor that escorted me out handed me a box of tissues and gave me sympathetic look. That was when I had burst.

"I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR PITY FACE, I WANT TO SEE MY GIRL!" I blow my nose and sit down, my head falls into my hands as I yell to myself in frustration.

"I want my baby girl back" i mutter, over and over. Seconds, minutes, hours had past and I was still in the same position.

It was about 2am when the doctor who told me to leave the room, finally came out herself.

I stand up with excitement, hoping that I could finally see her again. I went insane without her.

"Mr. Maloley, come this way" I follow him anxiously to reunite with my girl. But instead of turning left to see her, the man goes opposite to a room filled with infants, crying and screaming.

"Wha-what are we doing here? Where's my girlfriend? I WANT TO SEE HER!"

A hush fills the room, with yet again so many faces staring back at me. Sympathetically.

The doctor turns on his heels, the silence even more unbearable.

I kick a chair in frustration, pulling at my hair to take away the pain of a broken heart. I want to see her. I want to see that she is alright.

Instead of what I had hoped for, the man returns with a bundle of pink blankets with a small arm peeking out. I shake my head in disbelief.

It was a baby.

My girl was pregnant and didn't tell me.

I make my way towards the doctor, snatching the little girl away from him. I was getting really mad.

"NOW WHERE IS MY FIANCÉ!?"

Another nurse approaches me from the opposite room.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

"Chelsea Rae Killick has passed away"