Beautiful Disaster; Beautiful Reality.

No Baby Steps?

Mika's pov
So, Zuleika spent four and a half hours questioning me. I felt like I'd committed some sort of crime by having a child with the one I love. It's not though, I hope. Any who, when I got out of her flat it was getting dark. I mean Hannah and I didn't get out of the doctors until around two. So now it's half six and Hannah will be either bored, hungry or both. I need to get home before she clears out my fridge. I got outside and decided to call her I got a text asking me to go to her parents house to meet them. I'm really not prepared for this. Help.

It was a very quick walk to their apartment and I pressed the button on the intercom and her parents flat number.
"Hello?" Came through on the speaker. She sounded friendly enough.
"Um hi. I'm Mika, Hannah's boyfriend. She said you'd like to meet me?" I said nervously.
"Oh! You're the guy who's she's been talking about! Come on up." She had a smile in her voice. The door bussed and clicked open. I saw the stairs were very long so I decided to get in the lift. I pressed the button and waited for it to come down. The doors slowly creaked open and I saw her.

Blood was splattered all over the walls and a pile of blood was gathering around her head and her legs. I wanted to vomit but instead I screamed from shock. Her body was covered in bruises and she had just been left here, lifeless. I used the intercom on the outside door to get her mother to call an ambulance and the police. I went and sat by her stroking her hair and trying to find her pulse. Got it. Her mother came rushing down and started to panic. Then the paramedics came running in and pushed me out the way so they could see her.
Her mother and I stood there helpless, speechless. We hugged each other nervously as they put her on a trolley and took her in the ambulance. I got in and held Hannah's hand but she remained unconscious. Oh god, how could I of let this happen? We sped off to the hospital in a whirlwind of despair and desperation. Everything happened so fast. She was taken off into the hospital and her mother and I followed I held every door open for her mother because she was in such a state she wasn't looking at her surroundings. We were told to wait outside or go to the relatives room. We sat outside resus and waited. Every second was torture as we sat in silence hoping it wouldn't be the worst. Her mother looked at me through red eyes and tried to smile. A doctor came out and said they need consent for an urgent operation.
"B-but she might not make it?" Her mother questioned.
"Madam, without this operation she will die." Her mother just cried more.
"Do it." I said quietly. Her mother looked shakily at me and nodded. The doctor rushed off and seconds later they were wheeling Hannah's bed towards the theatre. She was still unconscious.

We waited an hour for her to come out. And another hour for her to wake up. I was sitting on the edge of her bed holding her hand and stroking it and her mother had fallen asleep in the chair on the other side of the bed. I felt her slightly squeeze my hand.
"Hannah?" I whispered.
"Hhmmm?... What happened?" She mumbled drowsily. I stared at her worriedly tears appearing in my eyes.
"Y-you were attacked in the lift." I said dully.
"T-the b-baby?" She stuttered. Worry spreading across her tired face.
"Mika! T-the baby?" She questioned again.

"I'm s-sorry." I cried. To be honest I think I was making things worse by crying but I couldn't help it. If only I'd been there for her. I wish I was. It's all my fault... Her face fell. You could see her watery eyes become weak but she didn't cry.
"I-I lost him?" She said slowly. I sniffed and nodded. A single tear fell down her cheek as the room fell silent she stared at me but I couldn't look her in the eye. I just hurt so much. I should've been there for her. The guilt over whelmed me as I left the room with:
"I'm so sorry."

Hannah's pov
I. Lost. Our. Baby. I saw the hurt in Mika's face and I couldn't take it anymore. How could I have let this happen? He must hate me so much; he just walked out and left. Mum snorted and woke up to see me staring at the door Mika just left from. I looked at mum and she smiled sympathetically at me.
"It'll all be okay, Hun. You can try again. Everything will be alright again soon." She tried to reassure me. I fell asleep again wondering if everything would be okay with Mika and myself.

Finally. I'm out. A week or so later and I'm free. Mika helped me settle back into his flat and was running around waiting on me. I hated him being like this but I hated myself for making him be like this. He didn't talk much. He wasn't as bouncy or hyper or strange. He was boring, ordinary and plain. I didn't talk much either, never sure of what to say. What was there to say. I got pregnant. I lost the baby. And I'm sorry. Done. Already said. But now what? The small flat which, usually, took you to a different world, was like a cemetery. No hope, no love, no glory; no happy ending.