Falling😫

Dreaded

Ethan's POV

Taylor's mum booked us a hospital appointment. She drove us there, we were all nervous. Taylor and I are sat in the back in the mini. I had my hand on her thigh. She was silent the entire journey. I couldn't imagine what was going through her head. That beautiful head of hers...

We pulled up to the hospital. Vicky came in with us cause obviously we've never done this before. Vicky hugs Taylor and I feel so guilty for this. I was the one who got her in this. We walk into the hospital and sign in. Tay, Vicky and I sit in the waiting room. Tay was shaking, but so was I.

"Taylor?" The nurse shouts. We stand up and follow her. Taylor walks in first, then me, then Vicky. Taylor starts crying. I hug her and kiss her forehead.
"Just lay down here for me." The nurse smiles. I hold her hand.
"I'm Christina." Nurse states. She lifts Taylor's shirt up to reveal her belly.
"This will be cold Tay!" Vicky warns her. Christina laughs whilst putting the gel on.
"Oooh that is cold." Taylor giggles. Christina starts looking round for the baby with that scanny thing.

"Okay, the baby is small, how many weeks are you?" She asks.
"Four." I reply. The nurse grits her teeth.
"I don't want to alarm you but it has hardly progressed..." she frowns. Christina presents us with a picture of a normal fetus at 4 weeks. Vicky looks concerned.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
" there is a high chance you're going to loose the baby. Have u experienced any bleeding ?" She asks. Taylor nods. The nurse rushes out of the room.
"There going to have to get this baby out." Vicky cries. My world breaks. Taylor freezes. Then sobs. Christina rushes back in with a doctor.

"Hello, I'm doctor lingard, we're going to have to do a small procedure." He states. We all nod.
"It's just to get the baby out."

1 hour later...

We get out of the hospital. With no baby in my lives stomach. I feel empty inside. I cannot imagine how she feels. We haven't stopped crying since we found out. Tay rings Emily and explains everything. Then Robyn. We made the decision to tell the rest on Sunday when Emily had her party.

"How you feeling?" I cry. She looks down at her stomach and crashes on my shoulder.
"I feel horrible..." she replies. I'm distraught. Even though this wasn't planned. I really have no idea what's going through her mind. I need to make it my mission to brighten her world. And I'm going to do it. I don't care what anyone says.