Jeremy Fitzgerald X Reader

Enjoy your pain :)))))

(pLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR THIS)

Vincent eventually dragged Jeremy downstairs and into his car. The ponytail-wearing man picked you up gingerly and placed you into the back seat before sitting down next to you and closing the door in a rush. Within seconds, the car was moving, and the neighborhood's trees were just whirs in your vision. You still felt pain, and a lot of it. Nobody had bothered to bring food, either. You could barely see why.

-At the hospital-

The doctors carried you into an operating room and laid you on the bed. Vincent and Jeremy sat by either sides of you and held your hands as the doctor inserted an IV tube into your forearm. It made both your and Vince's stomachs crawl to see it there. Jeremy just kept looking at your face, then at the doctors, then back again. Darkness crept at the edges of your vision, tempting you into the numbness of unconsciousness, and possibly death. Jerebear noticed your eyes closing as well as your heartbeat slowing, and woke you up, telling you to stay with him. Tears were in his eyes.

"Y/N, please don't go. Please, please, please don't go," his voice shook, jolting you back into reality. You could feel pressure in your nether regions, and realized that the baby had started coming out. 

"Push, Ms. [Last Name], push! And breath!" The doctor instructed you. You did just that, and felt more pressure. Thoughts raced in your head, going back and forth. 'Will the baby make it? Will I make it?'

You realized you couldn't be bothered by those thoughts. Now, you needed to focus on making sure the baby made it. And, after 10 more minutes of pushing, it came out. The pressure was lifted, but a sickening dread crept into your body. The doctor's faces, before looking rejoiced, now looked solemn and cold.

"Ms. [Last Name], we're sorry to tell you but..," the male doctor looked to the other doctor, a female, who had dark, curly hair. She took a deep, shaky breath, and spoke the words you wish could be erased from your mind.

"Y/N... The baby... is dead." The nurse couldn't keep eye contact, and apologized over and over.

"I'm so sorry, we can't do anything," she continued, but it was all a blur. Your face was tear stained as you left the hospital, and Vincent drove you three home. Throughout the car ride, as Jeremy hugged you and comforted you, you wished the 3 was a four.