A/N: sad chapter, listen to One Direction - Walking in The Wind.
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Carrie-Ann burst into her sisters hospital room the second she found it, Harry was behind her trying to keep up with her fast paces.
"Carrie," Amy cried when she saw her, the two sisters cried together as they clutched hands. Amy's forehead was glistening with sweat and her chest was red.
"It's okay," Carrie-Ann held her hand. "I'm here it's going to be okay." She felt like she was a child again, reassuring her little sister it was okay. Like the time Amy smashed the window in the garage with a frisbee, Carrie-Ann hid with her under her bed whilst their dad blew up with anger, Carrie-Ann had kissed her seven year old sisters forehead and promised her it would be okay.
Just like right now.
"I can't do this," Amy cried. "Somethings wrong, somethings wrong with him they're saying all this stuff and having little meetings, somethings wrong." She rushed out.
Harry stood to the side not sure what to do, he felt rude if he sat down but he also felt rude just standing around listening to Amy cry.
"I'll find out what's going on, okay?" Carrie-Ann smiled softly. "It'll be fine,"
She gave Harry a little nod. "You okay to wait here?" She whispered.
He kissed her lips. "Of course,"
Carrie-Ann found the doctor she spoke to on the phone in London, and asked to speak to him privately about her sisters condition.
"She's a nineteen year old girl who is frightened to death, please tell me what the hell is going on." Carrie-Ann pleaded.
The doctor knew what he was about to say was going to cause emotional distress and tried his best to say it as empathetic as he could.
"The baby is not responding," He announced.
Carrie-Ann felt like she'd taken a blow to her stomach. "What? What do you mean? What?"
"From tests and scans we have been taking over the past few hours, the fetus has remained unresponsive."
"As in-"
"It saddens me to say this, but we are going to have to prepare your sister for stillbirth."
Carrie-Ann gasped as fresh tears adorned her face as she shook. "No," She whispered.
The doctor tried his best to calm her down before guiding her out to the waiting room and handing her some water, he asked for Harry to come out to join her whilst Doctors and nurses checked once again on Amy.
"It's died, Harry." Carrie-Ann whispered, her head on his shoulder as his hand stroked her back.
"What?"
"It's unresponsive. She's going to have to give birth to a dead-" She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. "What if I'm.. And it happens to me?"
"No, it won't." He pulls her in closer. "Don't worry about that, no. It'll be fine, I promise."
They were allowed back in after around fifteen minutes of more tests. Amy looked like she had seen a ghost.
