The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Lalea x Drake

A bit strange I think, but I couldn't the idea out of my head. I will probably make another Drake x Lalea eventually and make it more...in coordination with the series?
This one is somewhat like an AU, futuristic thing. In this Drake and Lalea are married and there is modern technology. I rushed it a bit, so I apologize if it seems that way, and I hope that no one gets confused on anything. (I hope I at least got some of this scientifically accurate...) I hope that you all enjoy!
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The two sat in the cold room with blank white walls. Monitors were beeping from down the hall, acquainted with faint footsteps that tapped against the floor as doctors and patients alike passed by. There was not unpleasant stench nor a particularly likable aroma in the air, mainly only from flowers or the strange smell of disinfectant that sometimes made you cough and choke. This was not a place they wished to be in, or at least not with their dire situation that was playing about.
The Enderman hybrid sat in a chair next to his lover who laid in her hospital bed. She wasn't sick or injured, but instead they were here for something else that was urgent. His leg shook from nerves and his elbows were on his upper legs, digging into his skin and causing pain but he did not focus on the soreness, too distracted by his worrying thoughts. His fists were together and placed over his mouth with his eyes staring at the polished baby blue floor.

"Drake, please relax. We don't even know if this is serious or if we're just over reacting. We have to stay hopeful that the results will be good." She placed her left hand over her stomach, her other hand reaching down and taking his.

Drake looked up at her, taking in her beautiful blue eyes and flowing blue hair that surprisingly went quite well with the hospital gown she was required to wear. He forced on a smile, holding her soft and small hand in his grasp.

"I know. I just...this is our child we're talking about. It's been a few months a-and... it doesn't look like it's been growing...I'm worried and...terrified."

His eyes rested to look at his wife's stomach, his purple and one blue eye tearing up. If something was wrong, then what was he supposed to do? They wanted a child with their whole hearts. They just kept hoping and praying for good results.
Lalea turned away from him for a moment, a look of sorrow and uncertainty in her eyes. A sigh escaped from her lips, her grip on his hand slightly tightening but was nothing painful.

"I know. I'm just as scared as you..." Her lips quivered as she tried to hold back the tears welling up inside of her eyes. "The least we can do is hope, right?"

She leaned in, placing a kiss on her lover's lips, trying to comfort him. Only for a split moment did their lips part and tongues entwine, showing each other their love and affection to one another. After she pulled away, Drake forced on a smile, trying to comfort her in this rough time of anxiety. She put on a smile as well, until both of their heads turned when they heard the door open.
A human male walked in with a clipboard in hand and wearing a white coat with a pair of stethoscopes. He walked up to the couple, his eyes resting on the two with an unshifting gaze. Drake and Lalea's hearts were beating fast, anxious to know the results and to have closure that their unborn child was okay. Their fists tightened around each other, sweat forming from their pores. The lovers eyes became wide, the look in the doctors eyes showing remorse and pity. The two didn't even have to wait for him to speak to know that anything he had to say was not going to be pleasant.

  "I'm sorry... The fetus has stopped growing and...there's nothing we can do. It has already died in the womb." He said it straight forward, having given bad news to parents countless times over the course of his career.

Lalea gasped as she let her tears flow. She leaned over and shoved her face between Drake's shoulder and neck, sobbing a river onto his clothing and skin. Drake's arms slowly wrapped around her and pulled her closer, his tear filled eyes wide with shock. It was so hard to wrap his head around. To understand that he would never get the opportunity to meet his own child. He choked and unconsciously clawed at Lalea's back, his sore eyes letting tears flow.