Chapter 54

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Callie's POV:

"Oh my God. Callie wake up. Callie!" I hear Brandon say frantically while he shakes me awake. I slowly open my eyes. I felt terrible cramps and my hands flew to my abdomen. First thought that came to mind was that I got my period, but I never get cramps from it. I sit up.and look down at my bed. I'm in a pool of blood and Brandon is kneeling down next to the bed staring at me. My eyes go wide.

"Brandon, what's happening to me?" I ask as if he would know.

"I don't know but I think I should take you to the hospital, that's a lot of blood Cal."

I nod and he helps me up out of the bed slowly. I'm still groggy from sleep and now terrified that something terrible is happening to me and that I'm going to die.

"Am I going to die?" I ask him in a small voice.

"Absolutely not. Callie, you're going to be fine. Maybe I should call an ambulance." He says.

"No. I don't want to scare anybody."

"Callie, this could be serious." He tries to convince me.

"I know, just drive me. Don't call an ambulance, please. I've already been in the hospital since I got here." I plead.

He looks at me with a pained look. "Okay." I change my clothes and lean on Brandon all the way to my car where he helps me into the passenger seat. He drives as fast as he can without getting a ticket, looking over at me every few minutes. We get there and he helps me out of the car and into the ER waiting room as he goes up to the desk. Within a few minutes they take me back to a room in a wheel chair.

"Callie, can you tell me what is happening?" A nurse asks.

"I was sleeping and my fiancé, Brandon," I gesture to him, he's sitting next to me holding my hand and biting his nails nervously," woke me up. I felt a really sharp pain in my abdomen and I looked down and I was sitting in a lot of blood. I don't know what's happening to me." She nods.

"Let's get you into the bed and I'll send the doctor in, okay?" She takes one arm and Brandon takes the other and the help me into the bed. Brandon sits next to me, still holding onto my hand. The nurse walks out of the room and a minute later the doctor comes in. She's a tall woman with straight red hair with dark blue eyes and pale white skin.

"Callie Jacobs?" She says, pulling down the small desk that was mounted on the wall and looking at the computer screen hovering above it.

"Yes."

"I'm Dr. Adams. I've been told what happened and I've looked through your file. Callie, were you pregnant?" She asks.

"Not that I know of." I said suddenly even more terrified.

"Is it a possiblility?" She asks. I look at Brandon. His face drained of his usual tan color and is pale white.

I think and then remember two weeks ago, Brandon and I's first time together. Oh God. "Yes," I whisper.

"You have had a miscarriage before correct?" She asks carefully.

"Yes," I whisper again, "last year, I was raped and I almost died from it." She nods empathetically.

"I believe that that what happened here, but we will run a blood test just to make sure. I nod and then she exits the room quietly. I look at Brandon. He's stark white and perfectly still. What's going through his head? Tears creep to my eyes as thoughts swirl through my head.

Does he hate me? What happens from here? I've had two miscarriages. Will I be able to have any children? What happens if I can't. I've always wanted to have a kid, not as a teenager, but I have always wanted to have a child that I can show all the love that I never got growing up in the Foster system. I always wanted them with a guy like Brandon and now I have the guy, but he might leave and never come home and now I might never get to have kids with him.

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