Chapter 10

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"Pick up, pick up, pick up!"  I whispered to myself, walking back and fourth in the emergency room waiting room.  Jeremey was sitting a few chairs down from my pacing path, staring blankley ahead.  

"Hey sexy, what's going on, where are you?"  Doug finally answered, after about 6 rings.

"I'm at the ER, I need you here, can you come?"  I blurted out, forgetting that Doug didn't know about Samantha's pregnancy yet.

"What are you doing at the ER? Are you hurt?"  He sounded concerned.

"No, it's not me, I'll tell you everything when you get here.  Just please hurry."  I cried to him.

When Doug burrsted through the emergency room doors I rushed over to hug him.  He held me close and rubbed my hair.  He gently kissed my forehead and asked what was going on.

I sat down and explained everything to him, Jeremey sat speechless, just listening and nodding in aggreeance. Doug had an expression of shock and worry on his face.  He was such a good guy.  How did I get so lucky?  

Moments later a dark skinned doctor came out in a white coat looking for Samantha's family.  Jeremey and I stood up.  He approached us and had us sit back down.

"She lost the baby I'm afraid."  He said solemnly.  "She is restin g now, and it's too soon to tell but she may never be able to have children again.  The rupture was was so great and the amount of blood loss so signifigant that she'll need to be admitted. Because she is under 18, I'll need to contact her parents or guardians, do either of you have that information?" He asked pulling out a notepad.

I fell to my seat.  I couldn't believe poor Samantha's fate.  May never be able to have kids again? That's so not fair!  

"Jasmine, Jasmine, do you have her moms cell phone?"  Jeremey poked me.  

"Oh, yes, I do, sorry."  I scrolled to Mrs. Edwards' and handed it to Jeremey.

I decided to leave for home. When Samantha's mom showed up, I thought only Jeremey should b Suddenly school didn't seem so important, the soccer championship didn't seem so important.  

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Doug hugged me close as we walked out of the waiting room.  I looked up at him and smiled with a heavy heart.  I needed to be with him right now. 

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