"Okay Chance, stay with us Hun" a nurse clutches my hand as other doctors and assistants hook me up to different machines, everyone's voices melding all into one loud, cloud of confusion.
I feel dizzy, and begin seeing doubles of everything.
"W-where's my husband" I mumble, looking at the nurse holding my hand.
"He's right here" she pulls Frank into view, the blurry expression on his familiar face is one I don't think I've ever seen: terror. His eyes are watering and he's saying something to me, but I just can't stay awake.
My eyes close as I hear him, "Chance, Chance, no no no no!" I feel him touch me but then he's pushed aside from nurses.
I hear a faint voice, "she's losing a lot of blood"
My eyes flutter, but I'm still barely conscious. "My stomach hurts so bad" I wince.
"Someone help me, please" I mumble.
"There's no movement" a voice says to another doctor amongst all the voices.
"There's significant trauma, she has to push now"
I cry out in pain, a few tears falling down my cheeks.
"What's happening!! Someone please!" I yell.
The doctor moves to my face, trying to reason with me, "Chance, I know you're in pain-" she gets cut off by me crying out again. "But you're going to have to get this over with." I gasp as she talks to me, "this isn't going to be fun for anyone"
"You're going to have to push whenever you feel that pain" she states.
"I've been feeling it non stop!" I say urgently.
"Okay...." She trails off.
"Then push"
"My baby's only five months!!" I yell, starting to cry.
"Chance, the fetus is showing signs of extreme trauma, this is an emergency"
Suddenly, Frank appears again, gripping my hand tight. I turn to him, "baby, please help me" I cry.
He bites his lip, "I wish I could."
"You have to push" he turns to wipe what might be more tears from his eye.
The doctors and nurses tell me how to breathe as I go through the heightened pain, losing blood and remaining dizzy.
"Come on Chance" the doctor tries to motivate me.
I push my head into the pillow and grit my teeth, pushing harder and harder as my abdomen and lower stomach feel like they're being sliced into.
I hear the words 'heartbeat' and 'blood loss' multiple times as I grunt from the pain, Frank whispering, "it'll be over soon" in my ear.
The pain becomes too much and I let out another cry, almost taking my breath away as everything changes.
"It's over Chance, it's over" he pushes my hair behind my ear, smiling through what looks like pain.
"What's wrong with you Frank?" He maintains eye contact with me, guiltily biting his lip and looking down, kissing my hand as a few tears fall from his eyes.
The silent delivery room only has footsteps running throughout it, no other sounds.
"Why isn't she crying?" I suddenly become extremely awake.
No one answers. Not even Frank, who's still looking down.
"What's going on!!" I scream.
"W-what's.." My voice fades, and so does the light.
•••
I wake up and turn to see Frank asleep, face down in my hospital bed, sitting in a chair. I slightly grin and gently touch his long hair, still feeling sharp pains, but yet slightly dulled ones.
I twirl his hair between my fingers, making him stir.
"Chance" he mumbles tiredly.
"You slept for a whole day" he looks at me.
"Our baby died yesterday"
"She-she what???"
"She's dead, Chance."
He looks furious but then bursts into tears. I touch my stomach and the cry with him, feeling her absence, and all of our excitement, everything we built, fade away.
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Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)
Fanfiction(Warning: this story WILL contain graphic language, violence, drug use, and sexual situations, please don't read if you aren't prepared for that. also, I am in no way glorifying mental illnesses or traumatic life events, but I wanted a story with n...