Breaking The Rules: a Foster's Fan Fiction

Chapter 8. Dear Life

Chapter 8. Dear Life

That night, after a few hours of restless sleep, Callie awoke in a cold sweat. "Ow," she moaned, as a sharp pain gripped her abdomen and pulsed through her back. She got out of bed, and felt a warm moisture between her legs. Timidly, she reached down, and when she lifted her hand up, her fingertips were covered in dark, sticky blood. Callie's eyes widened in fear. Oh no, she thought, panic pounding in her head. She hurried to the bathroom, turning on the light, and pulled up her nightshirt. Blood trickled down her legs onto the tile floor. What was happening to her? She went back to her room, and shook Mariana awake. Mariana groaned, as she opened her eyes. "What?" She asked, half asleep. "This better be important."

"Mariana, help me!" Said Callie, desperately. "Something's wrong with me. I think I'm bleeding to death." She began to cry.

Mariana sat up quickly. "What?" She asked again, turning on the light. She went pale with fright at what she saw; Callie shivering, her legs streaked with blood. "I'll go get mom," she said, tumbling out of bed, and running down the hall.

Seconds later, Stef and Lena were in the room. "Oh, my..." Stef said, too shocked to finish her sentence. Callie stood in the middle of the room, tears running down her face, and near-black blood running down her thighs. When Mariana came in to wake them, Stef feared that her foster daughter had cut herself or something, but now she could see this wasn't the case. Something was very wrong. "Lena, call 911," she said, hurrying to Callie. "What happened, baby?" She asked. "Are you hurt?"

Callie nodded, trembling. "I'm scared," she sobbed. She gasped as the pain coursed through her mid-section. "It hurts so bad."

By then, the whole household was awake. Stef turned to Mariana, and said; "Keep Jude out of here, okay?" Mariana turned, and left the room.

Stef picked up a blanket, and wrapped it around the shivering girl, trying to warm her. She was quite sure she knew what was happening. "Callie, honey?" She asked. "Is there something you need to tell me? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were having a miscarriage." She put her hands on Callie's cheeks, forcing her to face her. "I know you're scared, love, but you can tell me. Are you pregnant? I need to know."

Callie wiped her eyes. "Y-yes," she said. "W-with Wyatt's baby. I was going to tell you."

Stef crumbled with realization, as Callie clung to her. "My poor baby," she sighed, rubbing her arm. "I'm so sorry. Help is coming. I'm not going to leave you." She held her close to her chest, trying to comfort her.

"I want Brandon," Callie sniffled. "Please?"

Stef was surprised at her request, but agreed. "Okay, honey. We'll get him." She went to the doorway and called her son.

"Mom, what's going on?" Brandon asked, entering the room. "Mom said the paramedics are on the way." He took in the sight that was Callie. "Tell me what's going on!" He asked again.

"Callie was pregnant, and I think she's having a miscarriage. She wanted you." Stef told him.

Brandon felt lightheaded at the news, but knew he had to be strong for Callie. He went to her and gently picked her up, then sat on the bed, cradling her close to him. She collapsed on his shoulder, weeping. "I'm here," he soothed. "I'm right here." He kissed her head. Callie clutched him for dear life, as he continued rocking her in his arms. Brandon was trying to be stoic, but on the inside, he was crying, himself. Hearing the word 'miscarriage,' it hit him how much he wanted Callie's child, and a future with her. But now that hope seemed to be gone.

The paramedics finally arrived with a stretcher. Callie held onto Brandon, not wanting to let go. "It'll be alright, sweetheart," he told her. "Mom will ride to the hospital with you, and I'll be there soon. I promise." He kissed her one more time. "I love you so much," he said, not caring who heard him.