Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 13

***Navaeh's P.O.V.***

"Ah, fuck," I cursed as I looked down at the spots of dried blood in my knickers; it wasn't much, like the dribble before a particularly mild period. The sight of it made my stomach turn though, and I gagged a little just because the whole thing was unsettling. Apparently, my curse and gag wasn't quiet enough, though, because Niall was soon knocking on the door of the bathroom.

"You alright in there?" he questioned softly, a tired yawn hanging on the end of his words. Biting my lip as I looked at the door, I debated on whether or not to tell him the truth. I was no fool; I knew that Niall would freak out the moment that I mentioned blood, and I wanted him to keep a level head about everything. However, concealing it from him wasn't an optimal option either.

"Just a little blood," I called back to him, hoping that he wouldn't lose his mind at that answer. My appointment with my OBGYN was coming up at the end of the week, and I really didn't want him to freak out about something that would probably turn out to be nothing at the checkup. I should have known that hoping he wouldn't freak out wouldn't be enough.

"...Blood?"

I pulled up my panties and jeans before washing my hands and pulling open the door to the bathroom. Niall was standing there, his eyes deathly serious as he looked down at me. There was... panic jumping around in them, panic in desperate need of my ability to quell his fears. "Yeah, in my knickers," I sighed just as I pushed past him.

He was painfully quiet for a long time, staring holes into my back before he actually said something, "the baby?" There was a twinge of uneasiness in his voice, and when I turned to look at him he was running his fingers through his hair while his eyes darted around the room. And there was the reaction that I was hoping to skirt around...

"Niall, it's probably nothing; a little blood isn't that big of a deal," I tried to assure him, but it was in vain. He had begun to pace around the room, his breathing picking up to a pace that would have him hyperventilating soon. To avoid that, I walked to him, braced his arms to stop him, and made him look into my eyes until he was able to gain control of his breaths.

His eyes still refused to focus on one thing at a time, though. "What if it is though? What if the doctor was right and the baby died? What if it's just going to get worse and-," he was babbling, his eyes wide and frightful when the words tumbled out.

I had to stop him because, well, his words were starting to freak me out the slightest bit. Through the whole ordeal, I had been trying to avoid as much stress as possible, and he wasn't helping by freaking out for me. His pregnancy rules were for the baby's benefit, I knew that, but they caused a lot of stress for the both of us. The picnic a few days before had been a nice distraction, but distractions didn't last forever. "Niall, spotting is common in pregnancy," I reasoned, looking right at him, "I don't have any abdominal pain; I feel absolutely fine right now."

"But what if something is wrong? Can't we just buzz on down to the doctors and see?" he pleaded, grabbing my hand with his own and tugging it a little just to emphasize his point.

I looked to the clock and shook my head, "I'm not in any pain; it's not an emergency and I really think that it's nothing." I really just wanted to forget about it all; forget about it until my appointment with my OBGYN.

"Navaeh," he whined out my name with so much begging intertwined in it that it could have been hilarious. Both of us knew that that wasn't fair; he always got me with that whine and he was playing dirty by using it to his advantage. It's just the way that his lip juts out with it and he just looks up at you with such... wide and begging eyes.

A heavy sigh, "I'll reschedule my appointment with my OBGYN for tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" he tried to use the whine yet again, but I gave him a look of warning and he just whimpered in response.