Die For You

The Loss

Joe and Jon had decided that they were gonna celebrate getting engaged by going out to dinner. The restaurant of choice was Olive Garden. They got into the car and drove off to Olive Garden. When they got there, they waited to be seated. Jon noticed a sharp pain in his stomach and told Joe that he would be right back. He ran to the bathroom and winced as the pain came and went. He decided to take a piss while he was in there. When he pulled his junk out of his pants he noticed some blood. He wiped it off with toilet paper and shrugged it off. He winced again as the pain came back. When the pain finally subsided he left the bathroom and found where they were seated. “You okay, love?” Joe asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah I'm fine.” He lied. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to worry Joe. “I think I'll just get a water for now.” He told the waiter. The waiter nodded and went to get him a glass of water. Jon felt the pain again but didn't say anything about it. “Jon, are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah. I'm just feeling a little nauseous, that's all.” He lied again.

“Do you want to go home? We don't have to stay if you don't want to.”

“I'll be fine.” Suddenly he got up and ran to the bathroom again. The pains were getting worse and there was more blood. He groaned and wiped it off. When the pain subsided again he went to go sit down at the table again. “On second thought...yeah, I want to go home.”

“Alright, love.” He paid their bill and they left and got into the car, driving home. He groaned, holding his stomach. “Something's not right, Joe. I can feel it. My stomach is killing me and I'm bleeding.”

“You're bleeding?”

“Yeah. It fucking hurts, Joe.”

“Well, then let's go to the hospital.”

“Do we have to?” He whined.

“Love, the babies could be in trouble. You could be miscarrying.”

Jon groaned. “I don't wanna go. Don't make me go.”

Joe sighed. “Ugh...fine. But if you are still in pain and bleeding tomorrow morning, then I'm taking you in. Got it?”

“Fine.” He groaned again, holding his stomach.

“Do you need me to pull over?” He looked at Jon, who looked like he was seriously about to get sick.

“I think I'll be okay until we get home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Joe pulled into the driveway, parking the car. Once the car was parked, Jon opened the door and instantly got sick. They went in the house and relaxed for the rest of the day.

Jon woke up in the middle of the night, the pains sharper than ever. He went into the bathroom and checked and there was a lot of blood. “Dammit.” He walked back into the bedroom and got some clean clothes so he could take a shower. He looked at Joe, who was sleeping peacefully. He turned the water and got it extra hot, just the way he liked, and got in. He washed himself up, rinsed the soap off of him, and got out. He made sure that there was no more blood before putting his boxers on. He put on a t-shirt and pajama pants and went back into the bedroom and laid down. Joe stirred, but didn't wake up. Closing his eyes, Jon fell asleep quickly.

Jon woke up the next morning feeling wet...and still in pain. He got off the bed and noticed there was a small bloodstain where he was laying. “Fuck...” He whispered to himself. Joe stirred, slowly waking up. “You okay, love?” He asked sleepily.

“I think I need to go to the hospital.” He said, grimacing in pain.

“Still in pain?”

“Yeah...” He winced. “And there's a lot more blood too.” He said, pointing to the bloodstain on the bedsheets.

“Oh shit that's not good. Come on. We're going in. NOW.” Joe said, his voice shaky as he got more and more worried. He slipped on a shirt and pajama pants and grabbed the keys off the nightstand. “No time to get dressed. Let's go.” He grabbed Jon's hand and pulled him out to the car. Joe opened the door for Jon and quickly helped him in. Then he got in the driver's side and started the car, pulling out of the driveway quickly.

“Whoa, Joe. Slow down.”

“I need to get you to the hospital as fast as I can.”

“Yeah but you don't need to get a ticket. I'll be okay.”

“I know, love. I'm just scared of losing our babies. I don't know what I'll do if we lose them. I'll be devastated.”

“I know, Joe...” He said, staring out the window.

He pulls into the hospital parking lot, parking close to the entrance. They got out and rushed into the emergency room, Jon explaining his symptoms to the nurse. “Okay, sir, we'll get someone to see you right away.” She told him.

He sat down next to Joe and groaned while rubbing his stomach.

“Feeling nauseous, love?” Joe asked him.

“Just a little. There's more pain than anything. Fuck...” He winced.

Just then they heard their names being called by the doctor. “Jonathan Good?”

“Coming.”

They walked back to a room with a scale in it. “I remember seeing you a few weeks ago for vomiting and diagnosed you as being pregnant with twins. What seems to be the problem today?” He asked Jon.

“Since yesterday morning I've been having really sharp pains in my stomach and I...uhhhh...am bleeding out my penis.”

“Well, let's get an ultrasound to see what's going on.” He pulled the ultrasound machine close to the bed and started his examination. He suddenly got a serious look on his face. Joe saw it and got worried. “What is it, Doc?” He asked him.

“Well...I'm sorry to say this...but you...lost one of the babies. The little boy. The pain and bleeding is a miscarriage.”

Joe instantly got tears in his eyes and he couldn't hold them back. Jon looked down, feeling ashamed. “This is my fault...”

“Jon, the baby boy was really tiny. He wouldn't have survived anyway. This isn't your fault.” The doctor reassured him. “I do have some good news for you as well, though. Looking at this, your daughter's heartbeat is strong as ever and she is right on track for how far along you are. She's gonna survive.” He smiled.

Joe stopped crying, and wiped the tears away from his eyes. “Let's think of a name for her, love.”

“You pick.”

“Well, I've always liked the name Aya Nicole.”

Jon smiled. “I like that name. Aya Nicole Anoa'i.”

The doctor gave Jon a towel to wipe the gel off of his stomach. “So...when will the pain and bleeding go away?” He asked the doctor.

“It might take a few days, or it might stop today.”

“Okay. Is that all? I really want to go home now.” Jon whined.

“Yes you are free to go.”

“Thanks.”

When they got to the car Joe got in and then slammed his hands on the steering wheel, breaking down into tears. “My son...our son...gone...”

Jon took Joe's hand in his and rubbed it. “I'm sorry Joe. This is all my fault.”

“No it isn't!” He cried out. He rested his head on the steering wheel and continued to cry. “Fuck...look at me...crying...I'm such a pussy.”

“You just lost a child, babe, it's okay to cry.”

“Let's just get home...I think I just want sleep the rest of the day.” With saying that, he started the car and drove home. When they got back to the house they laid down, crying together, falling asleep quickly.