My Partner Against Crime

Chapter 12

I open my eyes, red and blue lights flash and sirens scream.

"Ma'am are you alright?"

I realize what had happened. I hang upside down by my seatbelt, the car lays on it's roof. I don't say anything, the amount of pain I'm in is unbearable.

A man pries my door open. "Ma'am can you tell me your name?" He unbuckles my seat belt and carefully pulls me out of the car and lays me onto a stretcher.

"Mar." I start to say, the pain I feel keeps me from finishing my own name.

"Mar?" I try my best to nod.

"Well Mar, stay with me okay?" My whole body aches, I just want it to stop.

I hear someone yelling, but my left ear's ringing, and I can't make out what they're saying.

I'm lifted into an ambulance.

"Ma'am you are extremely lucky to be alive, and we're going to keep it that way, okay? Now stay with me, squeeze my hand as hard as you can." Two men and one woman ride with me. I grip the man's hand, I feel like I have barely any strength.

"Alright you're doing great, just keep holding my hand."

I'm hooked with an IV and an oxygen mask is placed over my face. I'm close to blacking out again, I feel my hand loosing strength.

"Vic, faster, we're loosing her."

-

I slowly open my eyes. I feel exhausted and confused. I look over to my left, Spencer's sitting in a chair beside me. His forehead rests on my hospital bed rail. I push my elbows down and start to sit up, the pain stops me from doing so.

Spencer sits up and frowns, his eyes are red.

"How're you doing?"

"I... I'm... so sorry this happened to you, it should've been me. I wish I could-" I lightly place the back of my hand onto his lips.

"Stop. What happened?" I fight though the pain enough for me to sit up.

"Someone hit us, your side, I can't tell you how sorry I am, this is my fault." He drops his head in his hands.

"Spencer, stop, it isn't your fault." I want to hug him and convince him otherwise, but it's getting harder and harder just to stay awake.

"I have to tell you something." I rub my eyes at an attempt of keeping awake.

"What?" I can't ignore how beat up he looks, exhausted, puffy, red eyes. He just stares at me, his eyes start watering.

"Spencer, what?" His lips part, to speak but he still doesn't say anything.

Someone knocks at the door, I take my eyes off Spencer to see a woman in dark blue scrubs walk in.

"Look who's awake." She sadly smiles at me. What the hell is going on?

"Now Miss. Rose, Doctor Reyes is performing surgery right now so I'll be taking care of you. I'm Nurse Kelly, you can just call me Kelly." She shuts the door.

"Ms. Rose you are incredibly lucky to be alive, and especially to have walked away from the accident they way you did." She looks at me with empathetic eyes, "the bruising on your body will take a while to heal, and I'm so sorry to tell you this but..."

My heart races as I anticipate the news. Spencer openly cries and grips my hand.

"Ma'am your child..." My child? What the hell was this lady talking about?

"My child? We, we don't have kids."

She looks in pain just standing there not knowing what to say.

"Before the accident... you were five weeks pregnant." My heart drops.

"What?" Tears immediately form in my eyes. I look at Spencer, he covers with mouth with his hand. He knew.

"I'm sorry, but the force of the seat belt left major bruising on your stomach, and your child passed away. I'm deeply sorry, I'll give you two some time."

I sit staring at the door until it clicked shut. I don't know what to say, where do we go from here? Do I cry? Do I hold Spencer's hand and tell him we're going to get through this? How did I not know? How could I have not know I'm, that I was pregnant. Was.

Through out our hospital stay nurses and doctors are constantly in and out of my room checking in on me, and offering grief counselors.

When I look at Spencer I see how exhausted he is.

By the time it's night I'm more than ready to leave.

"How are you doing ma'am? Is there anything I can get you? Either of you?" I glance over at Spencer sleeping on the couch.

"Discharge papers, I'm fine, I don't need to be here anymore." I don't care how it sounds, I just need to leave.

The nurse leaves and I grab a bag of clothes Spencer brought me from home. The drugs they have me on help with the pain, but getting out of bed and changing is a difficult task.

I look at myself for the first time in the bathroom mirror. Shit. It's bad. I carefully take off my hospital gown revealing my bruised body. I cringe at the sight.

A soft knock at the door tears me from my disgusted thoughts.

"Marina, can I come in?" I open the door for him. He immediately scrunches up his face when he sees me.

"Do you need help?" He continues to stare at me until his eyes start watering again.

"No." I slide on my shirt, ignoring the exhaustion my body feels.

The pants are the hard part, and I know Spencer sees that because he holds me as I put each leg through, then pulls them up for me.

"Thanks." He takes the hospital gown and helps me out of the bathroom.

The same nurse is back with a wheelchair,
Spencer tosses the gown on the bed, then helps me to the chair.

He wheels me to my car, after he got a ride from Morgan to pick it up at our house. Nurse Kelly follows us to the car to take back the wheelchair.

"Here's her medication, feel free to call me with any questions, my card is stapled to that bag." I sit in the passenger seat and wait for Spencer.

The longer I'm awake the more I have to fight myself to not think about our situation. Maybe I've been afraid to start a family, but now more than ever my heart breaks at the thought of not having that.

I don't want to talk about it, and I hope even if Spencer does, he'll stay silent on our ride home.

-

When we arrive home Spencer helps me out of the car, I don't need help, but I know he doesn't want to feel useless right now.

He lays me on the couch, and sits on the opposite couch.

"I know this might not be the best time, but I think we should talk about it." I shake my head, ignoring my ache in my neck.

"I don't want to." I pull a blanket on top of me and turn away from him.

"I know you don't want to, but we can't pretend nothing happened." I ignore him and let myself fall asleep.

The medication I'm taking helps ease my physical pain, but the emotional pain I feel makes me feel like I'd rather get hit by a car again.