What He Left (Hannily)

9: Results

Hanna's POV

Today is Monday, and the day I leave the hospital. I'm not entirely sure if I'm more excited or nervous to be home alone. After what happened with You Know Who, I can't trust anyone except my family and closest friends.
My mom thinks I shouldn't let this affect my attendance at school, she's letting me have today and Tuesday off.
"Hanna, I'm leaving for work. Stay inside the house and no parties. You too, Emily." My mom winks at my girlfriend who is on her laptop at the end of my bed.
Emily looks up and says, "Damn," making my mother laugh. She kisses me on the forehead and leaves.
You can just faintly hear the front door close downstairs.
"God, it is so hot up here." Aria says and climbs out of the closet, Spencer and Ali following behind her.
Emily and I agree, and I turn on my fan with the remote control.
"Open the window Spence." I fan myself with one of Em's folders and it doesn't help at all.
"Aren't our parents going to find out we all aren't at school?" Emily worries. Typical Em, the cute little worrier with a permanent crease in her brow.
"Maybe. I don't really care that much." Ali shrugs and I laugh.
"Same." I nod and sigh.
I look at Em and gesture towards everyone. Ali who is looking out the window at all of the people walking to school, probably judging their outfits. Spencer, who is looking at her phone and swiping every once in a while. And Aria, who is doing her makeup in the mirror.
"Tell them." I mouth, and she rubs her temples.
"Guys," Emily starts and they all focused their attention on her upset expression, "there's something I need to tell you." She starts to get choked up and I rub her arm.
"First of all, I'm having twins." She smiles through her sadness and all of them except for Spencer gasp, being that she already knew.
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell us?" Aria asks the same question Spencer did and she doesn't hesitate to come out and say it.
"One of the babies has a lump on it's hip, and the doctor doesn't know what it is but it's being tested in two weeks." She keeps the tears back surprisingly.
"Oh..." Ali places a hand on her chest and her eyes widen. "Em we're... so sorry." She sympathizes and Aria hugs Emily.
She doesn't let go for a while, but when she does it's Ali's turn to hug her.
"Thanks you guys." Emily sniffs and wipes her eyes. "Spencer already knew. I told her at the hospital yesterday when I got the ultrasound. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys before." She apologizes and they brush it off, which I can tell Emily is grateful for.
"I'm glad you told us. We'll be here for you through it all." Alison pats her shoulder and she smiles up at her.
"Guys, we're going to get some coffee do you want anything?" Spencer asks Emily and I.
"I'll take a mocha latte." I say.
"I'll just have a hot chocolate." Emily says, no emotion whatsoever in her voice.
"We'll be back." They walk out and it's just Em and I.
All of a sudden, she stands up and puts her hands out in front of her like she can't keep her balance.
Sure enough, she stumbles backward and catches herself quickly.
"Han... I feel... woozy." She slurs and suddenly throws up all over her carpet.
"Emily!" I jump up and catch her as she falls backwards and passes out.

She wakes up a few moments later and quickly gets to her knees. Her back arches and she gags over the spot where the wood meets the rug.
"Em, talk to me. What's happening?" I say in a panic.
"I don't... know," She says in between gags, "pregnancy side affects?" She holds her stomach and rushes to the bathroom to throw up her insides.

Emily's POV
*One week later*

I've decided that I'm going to tell my mother about the baby. She has to know sooner or later and I choose sooner because I want her to be at the hospital when I get the tests done.
I walk into the house and the familiar scent of mahogany and lemon fill my nostrils. I look around at all the dark browns and deep reds and I feel a sense of comfort and safety wash over me.
"Emily?" My mother comes around the corner, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Hey honey!" She embraces me warmly and I hug her back.
"Hey." I say nervously and she motions towards the living room.
"I have a surprise for you." She whispers and tells me to close my eyes.
"Wait, I have something to tell you-"
"Emmy?" A deep voice rasps from behind me.
I turn around slowly and my heart leaps out of my chest at who is standing before me.
"Dad?!" I gasp and leap into his arms. He catches me gracefully, like he always has, and I don't care to stop my tears. "I missed you so much." My voice breaks in the middle of my sentence.
"I missed you more." He whispers.
He sets me on my feet and it's a little awkward, because my baby bump gets in the way.
"Oh um..." I rub the back of my neck when he eyes my stomach. I look at my mom and she looks lost for words.
"Wayne, I uh... think there's something you should know." She starts, and I finish.
"You know my ex boyfriend?" I ask.
"That son of a bitch got you pregnant?" He growls.
I flinch and feel my palms start sweating.
"Yes but-"
"Wayne, listen to her." My mom butts in. He rubs his face and looks at me.
"He r-" I pause and swallow, "raped me." I cringe at way my dad responds.
He bellows a huge scream that echoes throughout the house.
"Please tell me he's locked up!" He squeezes his fists and bangs the together.
I can't hold back my tears any longer, and I fall to my knees. My mom's soft touch calms me slightly, but I can't get the image of the screwdriver stuck in Ben's stomach out of my head.
"He's dead, Wayne." My mom whispers, trying and failing to keep me from hearing her.
"Oh, Emmy." He kneels next to me and kisses my hair. I throw my arms around his beefy figure and he squeezes me.
"There's something else I n-need to tell you b-both." I stutter.
"Of course, anything." My mom helps me up and we all sit on the couch.
I tell the same old story I've been telling everyone who is important to me. And I get the same old reaction.
"Oh honey." My mom sobs and hugs me. My dad doesn't say anything.
I feel my mother hit my dad on his arm, egging him to speak.
He rubs his face again, like he always does when he's flustered.
"Emmy, this is going to be a hard battle. But you're strong and I know you can make it. We'll be right here behind you to make sure you do." He grabs the back of my neck and hugs me tight.
"Thank you guys." I embrace both of my parents and I feel complete again.
We start talking about how long Dad is going to be here, and when he's coming back the next time and things like that. Then we start talking, again, about the pregnancy and how far along I am, blah blah blah.

*Another week later*

I'm sitting in the hospital waiting for my results. Hanna and Ashley are on one side of me, and my mom and dad are on the other. I feel supported and glad that they're all here for me.
My parents and Ashley are talking to each other, and Hanna and I are just listening while Han slowly strokes her thumb over the back of my hand. I close my eyes and silently wish for the best.
All of our eyes dart to the door as it opens and the doctor walks in with a yellow envelope. He cuts right to the chase.
"Ms. Fields, I'm afraid it isn't the best news we could've hoped for."
My stomach twists and Hanna's grip on my hand tightens.
"What does that mean?" My mom asks intently, and he says my worst fear.
"The lump we have observed is a small cancer growing on the side of your baby. I'm very sorry." He looks at me sympathetically.
"Oh my god." Hanna grips her chest and looks at me achingly.
My world falls apart beneath me and I slowly turn my head to meet my mom's tear-filled gaze.
My bottom lip juts out and starts trembling immediately, and I put my head in my hands.
I feel many distant, unimportant hands trying to comfort me, but I don't want anyone touching me. I feel sick.
I throw the thin, paper feeling covers off of me and sprint to the bathroom just in time.
I hear the small pads of Hanna's shoes on the ground behind me and she lifts all of my hair into one of her hands.
I spit vomit into the toilet and sit back on my heels when I think I'm finished.
"Em... I'm so sorry. But there isn't a definite ending to this. Cancer is beatable." She pats my back and I shrug her hand off of me.
"Yeah it is, Hanna. When you can actually fight it. But this is an undeveloped fetus that doesn't even have a brain. It has no fight in it." I stand up shakily and storm out of the pale, bright bathroom.
I stop when I see my entire family just sitting there staring at me like I'm supposed to do something.
"What? We got the answers, can we leave now?" I start gathering my stuff and my mom grabs my wrist lightly.
"Get off me mom." I pull my hand away and grab my jacket. She grabs my arm again and I slap her hand. "Mom! Quit trying to stop me! I'm leaving, and so are you." I growl at her and she closes her mouth in shock.
"Emily-" She starts to embrace me and I want none of it.
"No, stop it. I'm going home." I look at Hanna's tear stained face and my heart breaks.
"Ma'am? You cannot leave. We aren't finished here." The doctor gestures towards the bed and I feel too exhausted not to listen.
I slump my shoulders and sit on the bed.
He hands my photographs of the x-ray to my mom and she cranes her neck to see the minute details. As she is looking, the doctor is explaining what each thing means and blah blah whatever.
Ashley is just listening with tears streaming down her face. I look at my dad and he's resting his head on his hand, sniffling every once in a while.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his muscular figure.
His giant hands crush my body to him and I sigh. "I love you Emmy." He says in a grainy, emotional voice. I just stare at the wall behind him and focus on the pattern of the wallpaper.
I feel numb.
I feel like nothing right now matters.
I don't feel like myself.