Bad Romance

Bad Romance *9

Chapter 8

When we got to the hospital I froze. This was the hospital that Matt died in. I couldn't go in... Could I? Connor looked over at me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. 

"This is not about you! Or Matt!" I flinched as he said that name. "This is about Emma and this is about me. I need you to be here for us both. This is extremely important and we need you. We need you." he yelled in my face. Looking me straight in the eyes.  

He was right! For once. I needed to be there for them both. They need me to pull them through this. It'll be hard for them both. This was not about me. Emma was having a baby! Connor was freaking out, Dakota had probably started to freak out as well. I needed to be the calm one. I needed to be strong. I nodded, convincing myself that I could do it. I ran into the hospital to find Connor by the front desk.  

"Emily Marcellin." he said uncomfortably to the nurse who happened to be checking him out.  

"Absolutely." she said. She stood up and ran her hand down his arm. "Can I ask what relation you are to the patient?" she asked, looking at him from head to toe. I started to laugh but that quickly turned into a cough as Nat was glaring daggers at me.  

"Well, she's having my baby." he snapped, pulling his arm away and frowning at her. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. Jeez, what does it take to take to get her to quit that? It was disturbing.  

"she's in the Maternity Ward on the third floor." she winked at him. "let me know if it is all too much, I'll help relieve some of that pressure." he looked disgusted. He smiled, trying to be friendly, and paced along the hallway to the elevator. We got in and I pressed the button that would take us to the third floor. I saw Connor shiver out the corner of my eye.  

"I've got cooties all over me." he whined, "Did you see the way she looked at me?" he said, horrified. "not that she could see all my good looks through the pound of makeup she was wearing." he joked, trying to lighten the mood. I was trying everything possible not to think about my special someone that was probably lying on an uncomfortable bed in a morgue a few feet beneath where we were. The elevator 'dinged' signifying that we were on the designated level. Connor rushed out of the door as soon as they opened and looked at the signs. We followed the signs to the Maternity Ward and stopped at the desk to ask about Emma.  

"Bed 5." she said politely, pointing towards a room in the far corner of the large sterile smelling room. Now why couldn't all nurses be like that?  

We saw Emma immediately. She was sitting on a bed in a hospital gown. She was trying to look brave but we could see past that. We could see the pain in her eyes.  

Connor ran over her and took her hands in his. I saw her physically relax.  

"Baby, are you alright? I didn't know until Sophia came to see me about it." he apologised. She smiled. 

"I love you." she said, leaning in to kiss him. Those three words were like daggers in my chest. I hadn't heard those words since... Well, since Matt. Emma and Connor tried to avoid cuddling in front of me but not today clearly.

I coughed purposefully and they pulled away. Emmy looked apologetically at me. Suddenly, she cried out in pain. A nurse ran over to her. A tear rolled silently down her cheek. She looked so helpless. I walked over to her and took her hand.  

"Come on, Emmy. You can do this. We both know you can." I smiled confidently at her. She smiled back before crying out again. I took a deep breath. 'This is going to be a long day.' I thought with a sigh.