Falling Apart

Chapter 72

David's POV

"Jenna, what the hell is he doing here?" I ask her but don't take my eyes off of Will.

"He knows where Katherine is." She tells me and my heart drops at the sound of her name. "Now do you want to stay here and ask questions or do you want to find Kath?"

I start the car and turn away from Will. "Tell me where I'm going." I try to ignore him in the back seat but his guilty features are telling me he knows something is wrong. I put aside my hate for him and focus on Katherine.

"The hospital." Jenna whispers.

"The what?" I speed and follow the signs leading to the closest hospital.

"Just drive, please, David." She ignores me and focuses on the road.

My mind is reeling with the fact that Katherine is in some big scary hospital without me. She's had enough pregnancy problems in the past seven months that sometimes I wish it were over for her already. I remind myself that soon it will be, and we can be a little family. Maybe then there'll be no problems.

Katherine's POV

"I hate my body." I broke down. I clutched onto my stomach and fought the urge to empty myself even further.

"I'm calling a doctor, okay?" David told me. His worried eyes made me even more nervous. His voice cracked, something I'd never heard before and it made me cry harder. His hands were shaky as he looked up hospitals and doctors. I remember the way his voice trembled as he yelled into the phone. Usually he was so strong but in this moment, we were both nervous wrecks. "Alright, someone's on their way here." He told me eventually.

I was sweating profusely by the second and I stopped talking. It hurt to speak, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to be alive. It was moments like these when I wished to be normal, even the times when I loved the madness of my life.

"Why is this happening to you?" David wondered aloud. He wiped the beads of sweat imbedded in my brow as I cried further into his hand. "You're the sweetest...kindest person I know, so why do bad things happen to you, baby?"

I buried my face into the pillow, shaking my head as if that would change anything. David held my body and every few seconds I would hear numbers spewing from his lips, probably counting down the minutes until doctors would burst through that hotel door.

This little vacation was supposed to be a change. We were so used to the pain of everyday, we thought maybe for a few days it could all stop. But even in the simplest of times, madness follows.

"What took so long?" David yelled at the men who came to the door. "Get in here." They wore the typical blue scrubs that all doctors seem to wear. It reminded me of the type of blue I always saw right before my mother died. David's yelling only added to the stress of it all and I buried my head further into the pillow as the strange men in blue searched me.

"Well, what's wrong with her?" David pushed it further. I almost didn't want to know what was wrong with me. Maybe if I knew the actual problem, it would all become too real and I would submit to what was really wrong. I never enjoyed submitting to anything, especially not something that hurt this bad.

"We'll need to take her to the actual hospital to know what's really wrong." The doctors told David with a straight face. I assumed this was because all doctors deal with such tragedies everyday, that my problem seemed minor to them.

Nonetheless, David was quick to tug on his hair, which he always seemed to do when distressed. David knew just as well as me that we both hated not knowing what was wrong. He felt twice as guilty because we had discussed going to a doctor sooner, but like always, we waited until matter became worse.