Arranged Marriage [s.g. || j.b.]

Blood Fight

It was a little after three in the morning when Justin climbed back into bed. Pulling the covers over his bare body, he scooted closer to Selena and wrapped his arms around her body. Just as he settled in, something felt strange to him. Like the bed was wet.

He quickly sat up and reached over to the nightstand and switched the lamp on. As he glanced down, he saw red spots all over the bed.

"The fuck?"

He questioned, starting to shake Selena to wake up.

"Babe, get up. Wake up baby, somethings wrong."

She groaned and turned over to reveal even more, which only brought him to a panic. There was blood covering her legs which made him jump out of bed. Quickly slipping back on the clothes he took off before bed, be ran over to her side of the bed and lifted her up.

"Babe, we gotta get you dressed and out of here, please cooperate with me."

"Why?"

She questioned, slowly opening her eyes.

"Just put your robe on, you're bleeding and I'm taking you to the hospital."

"What?!"

She glanced down at her body to see blood over her lower half, and just from the sight it felt like her heart was pounding in her throat.

"Justin, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know!"

He helped her into her robe and picked her up, carrying her downstairs. Carefully grabbing his keys and phone. Making the way out to the car he helped her in and jogged over to his side and got in. Starting the engine, he backed out of the driveway and rushed down to the hospital.

Within ten minutes they arrived and he helped her back out, running into the hospital as she clung on to him.

"Help! My wife is bleeding! We need help!"

Suddenly a nurse rushed over to him with a wheelchair to set her in and took them down into a room.

Justin lifted her back out and onto the bed as the nurse began to hook up her IV's and get things set up for blood tests and all.

"Take this wet towel and wipe as much of the blood off as you can."

Nodding, he took the towel from her and spread her legs open, gently running the towel over her legs and inner thighs.

"So we're positive this wasn't this wasn't just her period."

"No, I'm pregnant! How isn't that in the records?!"

"Alright, Mrs. Bieber, I'm sorry. We're gonna get the results back from this test and we'll let you know as soon as they come in what's wrong."