Your Love Changed Me

Chapter 29: Saving Her

Hey guys!

So I'm only going to chapter 30 with this story, so this chapter and one more! Maybe an Epilogue too. I have how this story is going to tie together in my head, and I think you will be pretty surprised. So I can't wait for you guys to read the last chapter and Epilogue.

Anyway, this chapter might be longer than my other ones but I hope you enjoy it!

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Hiccup's POV

I sat in the waiting room impatiently waiting to here anything on Astrid. My mind was wondering with thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened and what I did to her. 

' Why would I smack her? I know she's been through enough and abused by her parents and exes. Why yell at her, why tell her she screwed up my life. She didn't screw up my life. She made it better. She gave me a beautiful daughter. I love them both. I love Astrid. I'm so stupid. I was just mad and frustrated. With work, and everything with Rowan, the bills, and coming home to Astrid drinking and smoking just made me blow up. I hate myself right now.' I thought to myself.

"Hiccup Haddock." I heard from a female voice. I looked up and got up and walked toward the nurse. 

"Is she okay?" I asked. 

"She's fine. She's stable right now. She hasn't woken up yet though. The doctor would like to talk to you and ask you some questions." the nurse said. I nodded and followed her. She brought me to the room where Astrid was and the doctor was at the nurses station looking over her file. The nurse told him I was there and the doctor looked at me. He walked over to me and I shook his hand. 

"Mr.Haddock, we found very high count of alcohol in Astrid's blood. Do you know if this is why she tried to drown herself?" the doctor asked me. I was staring at Astrid through the door window. She was sleeping on the bed and looked pale. She had oxygen tube attached and heart monitor along with an IV and some other wires I didn't know what they were. I looked at the doctor. 

"I was at work, and when I came home she was drunk and still drinking and smoking. She use to do it all the time, but she's been clean for almost a year. I think the stress of our daughter just pushed her over the edge, and," I said. The doctor cut me off. 

"She's pregnant?" He asked. 

"No, she was, with twins. But she went into labor early a few weeks ago and we lost one of them. Two girls. The one was very sick the doctor said. He told us we were lucky it didn't spread to the other twin. Rowan, the twin that survived is still here at the hospital. They won't let us take her home until she's a healthy weight. Astrid's at home alone most days unless she's her visiting our daughter or I'm at home." I told him. 

"What about her parents?" The doctor asked. 

"They're in jail." I said. 

"She may have severe postpartum depression. It's very common, and some mom's do try to hurt themselves. Not to mention the fact that she had the babies early, lost one, and the other can't even be with her right now. It probably makes it a lot worse for her. She probably feels like it's her fault for the one getting sick and dying. She couldn't take the stress anymore so she went to what use to help her with her stress. Drinking and smoking. Did anything else happen?" He asked. 

"We got in a fight. I came home from work and saw her drinking and smoking and I started yelling at her. We yelled at each other and then she walked away from me. I heard her go into the bathroom and turn on the bathtub. I went to talk to her and I didn't get an answer, then I felt water on the floor. So I went into the bathroom and saw her under the water. So I pulled her out and called 911." I told him. He was writing everything I said down too. 

"Thank you." He said to me. "Would you like to go in?" He asked. I nodded. He opened the door and told me to just get a nurse if they need anything.