Pregnant Little Liars

Death Has No Mercy

*Toby's POV*

I follow the red headed nurse down the long corridors of the Rosewood general. My heart pounds louder in my chest with each step I take. The nurse weaves through the steady stream of doctors and nurses, until she stops at room 235. She takes out an ID card and scans it across the sensor. A green light flickers, and she turns the handle on the door. I creep inside, worried about what the results are.

My heart stops when I lay eyes on Spencer. She is pale and broken. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, and her cheeks are stained with tears. She has IVs running through every vain visible in her arms. A long tube runs from under her hospital gown to the edge of her bed where a machine lays. Subtle beeps echo through the dark empty hospital room.

"Toby." Spencer says. Her voice is hoarse from screaming. She reaches her hand out, and I grab it. I trace my thumb across the top of her hand, pressing it to my lips occasionally.

"The doctor should be in with you shortly." The nurse says closing the door behind her. Spencer and I are left alone in the quiet room. Soft sobs escape Spencer's lips, and I lean my face into hers.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask compassionately. She pulls away. I look into her eyes. They glisten with tears.

"I-I'm scared." she stutters. I pull her body close to mine and whisper in her ear.

"Spence, whatever happens, we'll get through this. I promise you that I will never let you go." I say comforting her. Just then the doctor comes in, followed by two nurses.

"So?" I ask only half wanting to hear the results. The doctor looks from me to Spencer.

"Ms. Hastings, I'm here to inform you that the test results came back, and you are going to be just fine. I'm going to put you on some medication to ensure that this doesn't happen again." He says. The nurses scribble frantically on their clipboards.

"What about my babies?" Spencer croaks. The doctor looks down.

"I'm sorry." he says solemnly. "One of the babies' water broke causing you to go into early labor. This put the other two babies under an extreme amount of stress which caused cardiac arrest. I'm so so sorry Ms. Hastings, but the babies didn't make it."

My heart stops. My head throbs, my stomach twists and turns into knots.

"No!" Spencer cries, breaking down into sobs.

"No!" she pounds her fists onto the mattress. She kicks her feet wildly and knocks a machine off of the table beside her. Glass shatters across the floor, and loud beeps echo through the speaker. I try to calm her down, wrapping my arms around her, and trying to get her to sit still. I fail. I'm too weak to try. My own tears are rapidly falling down my face. I feel like my whole world is crumbling at my feet.

"Ma'am you need to lie down and rest." A nurse instructs, trying to control her. Spencer ignores her request and continues to scream in agony.

"Ma'am please!" the nurse yells. "Your body is still wanting to go into labor. If you don't calm down it could be critical to your recovery. You need to calm down immediately." She steps a bit closer to Spencer. Spencer kicks her leg out knocking the nurse to the floor. The other nurse gasps and helps her up off the floor. Blood drips from the nurse's lip where Spencer kicked her.

"Why did this have to happen?" I scream aloud. Not that anyone can hear me over Spencer's cries. "Why?" My voice rises. I'm filled with anger and sorrow. Neither of us deserved this. Five more nursing file into the room. They surround Spencer, trying to calm her down.

"She's not going to calm down!" I scream angrily. "She just lost her babies! She won't calm down!" I sob hysterically. I cry so hard that I can barley breathe. I want to stop breathing. I want to wake up in my bed next to Spencer who is still carrying our triplets.

"Wake up!" I scream. "WAKE UP!" I close my eyes and open them again, forcing more tears to fall on my lap. Nothing goes away. I'm still stuck in this horrible nightmare. I can't wake up from this hell!

Spencer flails her arms violently. Two nurses grab her arms, and two grab her legs. They bouce up and down wildly, desperately trying to control Spencer.

"Sir we need you to wait outside." A male nurse yells over Spencer. I sit still, unable to move.

"Sir, please." he asks again. I refuse. The nurse then calls for security. I pant heavily. The whole room begins to spin. Two officers burst through the door, and grab my arms.

"Get the hell away from me!" I scream sobbing. "Get your bloody hands off of me!" I scream again. "You have to let me see her!" I beg. "You have to! I need to! Let me see her now!" I cry desperately.

"I'm sorry." One officer says yanking me out the door. I try to protest, but they ignore me.

"Wait here." they demand. "We will let you back in as soon as we can." And with that, they leave. I bury my face into my hands, and I press my fingernails into my skin, hoping to relieve some of the pain.

"I was going to be a daddy." I sob out loud, not even caring who hears. I was going to be the best god damn dad to those kids that anyone has ever seen! I was going to give them the world. I was going to have a family! I was finally going to have a family. I can't even remember what it's like having a family. I can only remember living without one. I pound my fists into the hard metal bench. The skin on my knuckles splits open, and blood spills out. I scream. Not because of my physical pain, but because of my mental pain. My hand hurts, but I don't care. I look around the hallway that I'm seated in. Somewhere behind those walls, someone is holding their newborn baby for the very first time. I sob even harder at the thought of never being able to hold my babies, ever.

I glance over to the left side of the hospital. Somewhere behind those walls a man lays comforting his wife who has been in labor for hours. My head pounds when I think of the fact that I won't be able to comfort Spencer when she's going into labor, and I can't experience that moment of panic and excitement when her water breaks. At least not yet.

I peek through the double doors, and look around the waiting room. A father and his daughter who looks to be about three, sit side by side looking at a picture book. The tears continue to flow as I think about the fact that I won't be able to cuddle and read books with my little Bella girl anymore. I run my fingers through my hair, and down the back of my neck. Just then the doctor comes over.

"She's calmed down now, you can go see her." he says pointing to room 235. I stand up and walk over. I try to wipe the last couple of tears from my eyes, so that I can try to be brave for her. I open the door, and walk inside. Spencer is sitting up in her bed.

"Toby." she smiles sadly. I rush to her bedside and take her hand in mine. She looks up at me, tears falling from her eyes.

"I love you." she says quietly. I wipe my eyes again, to ensure that no more tears will fall.

"I love you too." I say. I pull her thin frame close to my chest, and hug her tightly. Once we are safe in eachothers arms, I let the last of the tears fall to the pillow, and Spencer does too.