Dangerous Love

12.Maybe

                 I slowly lost consciousness. I don't know how long afterwards, I think there were some mumbles of people yelling. I don't know by who, but someone picked me up.
             I was in a hospital some time afterwards. I thought I was gunna die but I guess it wasn't my time yet. For some reason I couldn't get up. I know where I am but............ for some reason I can't move, but I feel awake. I feel and hear everything, almost as if I were just laying with my eyes closed. It's worse than before. I feel as if every inch of my body was strapped down and the entire world is sitting on me. Even trying to open my eyes or even twitch my eyelids were like trying to lift 500 pounds with a finger. Impossible.
              Someone sat down next to me and held my hand. They started talking to me. It was Soda.  
                "Baby.....I'm so sorry." He started to cry. "This is all my fault, I don't know what I was thinking. I will never do anything like that ever again. I promise you. I love you so much......God damn it I'm such an idiot."
                   The doctor walked in. "I'm sorry to inform you, but there are two pieces of bad news." Oh no, I'm gunna die aren't I? Soda sighed when he heard that. "Okay first, Amanda has went into a coma. We don't really know when she'll wake up." What? Are you kidding me? How did I go into a coma? What will happen to........
             "A-a coma? But...... oh god. This is all my fault." He started to cry even more. "God what's wrong with me?"
               The doctor started to speak again. "I'm sorry sir, but there is something else that I have to inform you of."
             "What" Soda asked worryingly. He was still holding my hand and he was shaking.
              "Sir, were you aware that Amanda was pregnant?" The grip on my hand loosened. It was silent for a couple seconds.
                      "N-n-no thats not right. Are you sure?" "Yes sir" she replied. "This can't be happening. Is it okay?"
          "Well sir, there is good and bad news. She was almost 3 months along. The baby passed away. But, the other one is perfectly fine." The doctor said. The other one? Wait, twins? Oh my god.
                "T-the o-other one?" "Yes there were twins." Then she walked out of the room. I didn't really want him to find out this way.
            "Oh my god Amanda. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I don't know how I'm ever gunna forgive myself. B-but look on the bright side, we still have one baby" He told me sobbing. "It's just too.... damn..... bad, that the other one died. If you can hear me, I love you so much Amanda, please don't leave me, I promise I'll do my best to take care of you and our baby." I don't know if I can trust him anymore. I still love him but if he made the same mistake more than once...... And I don't even have the words to explain how I feel about loosing my baby. When I heard the doctor say that, my heart shattered. But maybe me having twins and one of them surviving is a second chance for us.