Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Twenty-one

Conor's P.O.V

"Everyone, we've got a heartbeat, the baby is fine!"

The small room goes mental and Jack stand up, clapping his hands out of happiness. Still I just sit there, Jess's cold hand in mine as the doctors roll out the ultrasound machine, everyone with smiles plastered on their faces. I couldn't understand why they were so happy, yes the unborn baby was fine and healthy yet my girlfriend still was unstable, the amount of blood she'd lost making her weak.

"Aren't you happy bro?"

I shrug my shoulders as he sink back down in his seat.

"The baby won't live without Jess, Jack, so as long as my girlfriend is unstable am I not going to celebrate anything"

The smile fade from my brother's face and his gaze is locked on Jess's pale face. Her arm was bandaged up after the emergency operation she had to go through and in her left hand there was a drip, making her pretty much stuck to the bed.

"She'll be fine Conor, you heard the doctor yourself, they said the most critical point is over now and we just have to be patient until she wakes up"

Nodding do I put on a fake smile just to make him satisfied with the fact that I'm fine, that I believe everything will work out alright and that I clearly isn't shitting myself, scared over the fact that I could become a single dad.

"I need to call mum"

I stand up from the chair I'd been stuck in for the last couple of hours, waiting for something to happen, a sign that told me everything would be alright.

"Say hi from me and Conor, don't worry so much, trust the doctors, okay"

The corridor outside the room is all dull, nurses and doctors pacing up and down, joined by relatives to the people who'd been hurt, everyone with a sad expression on their faces, just like myself. I could see myself in them, I could feel their pain, the way they prayed for better times and wished they could've done something different to stop it from happening.

"Hello?"

The tired voice of my mother fill the phone and I feel slightly bad for calling at this time of the night.

"Mum it's me"

I can hear muffled voices as she tells my dad and then the sound of a door opening and closing.

"Conor? Is everything alright?"

For the first time that night do I cry, the question I'd been asked so many times, all the times I'd laughed at it and called her overprotective, now it was another answer, the answer would be no and something she didn't expect. She would get shocked, probably cry.

"No, no mum it isn't alright. Im not alright, mum I just need someone to talk to, someone that'll understand"

Everything goes quiet for a while, the only thing that can be heard is my mums breathing on the other side and my quiet sniffles as the tears roll down my cheeks.

"I'm here to listen and remember Conor, I won't judge you for anything"

Sighing do I sink down to the floor, my back against the cold grey wall, my T-shirt still covered in Jess's blood.

"Jess got hurt, she's lost so much blood mum, it's insane, she needed to go through surgery and they still don't know if she'll make it or not, mum I'm so scared. What if she die? I wouldn't be able to live if she died"

I can tell she's shocked, the way she take a deep breath to win time to come up with a decent answer, what do you say to someone who's literally so sad it's unbearable.