We pulled up at the hospital and the boys and paul took me to the accident and emergency ward and Paul spoke to the woman at reception.
We sat down and waited for Paul to come back.
"They'll see us in about two hours." Paul said disappointedly.
"Two hours?!" Harry gasped.
"Oh for gods sake." Zayn complained.
"There must be a way we'll get seen quicker!" Liam said.
"If it were one of us we'd be seen straight away." Niall said sad.
"Hmmm, I have an idea.." Louis said,
"It sounds quite stupid, but if one of us say she's our girlfriend they might see us sooner, I mean if they know she's important to us they'll want to see us sooner, right?"
"You think it'll work?" I questioned, very unconvinced.
"It's worth a shot, emily," Paul said.
"Who wants to be Em's boyfriend?" Harry asks.
"I don't mind at all." They all said.
"Liam pretend Emilys your girlfriend, you've got a closer bond compared to the others, it'd look more realistic." Paul finalised.
I sighed and stood up as Liam took my hand and walked me over to the reception desk, every move I made ached all my muscles and made me become in so much pain.
"Hi, I'm sorry to play this card but, I'm Liam from One Direction, we have a concert in London in a few hours and we need to get there as soon as possible, could you please see my girlfriend as soon as possible as I love her so much and she is in agony?" Liam explained squeezing my hand.
"Erm," she giggled, "I'll see what I can do and come over to you."
Liam thanked her and walked off back to the boys explaining what happened.
"She's coming over." Louis informed us and we turned around.
"A doctor has just came free would you like to go to room 8 please?" The receptionist said.
Me and Liam walked slowly to room 8, thanking the receptionist as we walked past her. Liam knocked on the door and we entered the big room, filled with medical posters, and medical things that no-one actually knew the name of. The doctor shook my hand tightly, he was quite old I'd say mid-fifties, wore glasses and a fake smile.
"What can I help you with?" The doctor smiled.
I took a deep breath, "Basically, my now ex-boyfriend took a beating to me this morning, he kicked me repeatedly and I have bruises all over my body, I'm in so much pain, I can barely move, Liam has to carry me." I pointed to Liam as I mentioned him.
The doctor nodded and told me he's going to have to examine me for internal bleeding, internal bruises and if I have any cracked ribs and broken bones. He examined my body and exclaimed he's never seen anyone abuse a woman so they get bruises this bad. I didn't want to look, they must have gotten worse. He took me to get x-rayed and spoke to me about the pain. Moving is a chore now. After the x-rays me and Liam waited in the room in silence waiting for the doctor came back, I'd had so many tests in the past half hour then I've had in my entire life. Soon the doctor returned.
"I have good news and bad news, the good news is, you're just badly bruised, no internal bleeding, bruising, cracked bones, punctured organs. Nothing." The doctor said happily.
"That's great!" Liam said pleased.
"What's the bad news?" I whispered.
"There's not really an easy way to say this, but unfortunately, through no fault of your own you've had a miscarriage." The doctor said rubbing my arm.
"What?" I whispered.
"You were pregnant?" Liam sighed sitting down next to me.
I didn't know I was pregnant, a tear shed down my face, one after another.
"I never knew..." I whispered.
Pregnant, I couldn't believe it. It's all my own fault, I shouldn't of stayed with Jonas, it's my own fault. I could be pregnant now with a baby. A mothers is to protect its child, I've already gone wrong. It's my own fault, I should be pregnant with Jonas' baby, I didn't care that he was a monster, all I cared about was my baby, Jonas gave me a baby.
"Thank you." I whispered, I picked up my coat and left.
Paul and the rest of the boys got up when they saw me leave the room, they all asked what happened, I just ignored them and ran back to the tour bus, holding in the rest of my tears. Every move I made gave me great pain, my legs rubbing together, my arms against my torso. My baby, I kept on looking down at my stomach. Empty. I knocked on the tour bus door waiting for the driver to open it, when he finally did, I didn't look at him once, just ran up to the stairs to get to the beds and just ran to someones bed and laid on my stomach. I broke down. Why did it happen to me? What have I done? Why? He murdered my baby. He's a murderer. I hate him. Through my tears, I faintly heard voices and footsteps running. I felt a cold hand on my back, soothing me, telling me it'll be okay. I didn't look to see who it was, I just continued crying. I slowly drifted off into a sleep.
