Dyed In the Wool

7

Gemma

Annoyed with a beeping sound that I couldn't stop regardless of how many times I tried to find the alarm, I finally started to open my eyes.  All I wanted was to go back to bed and not have to wake up to go and work the merch tent. I knew I had to, or else Gia would have my head again. I'm not even sure what I did to make her hate me so much, but the idea of spending three hours a day with her was dreadful. It was nice to know I only have a few more days to work with her, then I would be able to be home, away from her. Of course I would be away from Ryan...

Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes and was shocked that I wasn't in my bunk. The bunk that was specially given to me by Ryan because it was above his. No, I was in a hospital, and a young red haired nurse stood at my head, adjusting my IV drip. I looked around and realized I was alone, besides this stranger.

"Excuse me." I tried, cringing at how grotesque my voice sounded due to not being used it sounded like.

"You're awake." She asked, not appearing to be shocked by my sudden alert state. "Dr. Murphy will want to talk to you."

"Why am I here?" I asked, ignoring the fact she was talking about a doctor. "Is my boyfriend here?"

"Dr. Murphy will have to answer that for you."

"What?" I asked, trying to read her expression.

She quickly removed any emotion off of her face. "What?" She asked instead.

"You had pity on your face, why?"

"I don't-"

"No!" I stopped her from playing stupid. "What happened? Why am I here?"

"I am not supposed to tell you."

"Yeah, but you should. What happened?" I asked, growing exasperated that I had to keep repeating myself.

Sighing, she checked the door. Her face fell when she realized that no one was going to come in and save her. "You had a miscarriage."

"I had a what?" I half laughed. "I am not pregnant."

"You were." She softly spoke. "You had a miscarriage. I am so sorry."

I was quiet as I turned to look away from her. There was no way I was pregnant. I would know it, right? Of course I would, if I was pregnant, my body would know and change. There would have been noticeable changes that would have been present. None of them appeared, so therefore I wasn't pregnant.

Then again, I was stressed. I was working every day for a good portion of the day, and only sleeping maybe four hours a night if that. My workload was only increasing despite how much I worked and how many things I was able to accomplish in any work time frame. Me trying to do it all fucked me over.

"I will send in Dr.Murphy."

She quickly left, and I became a bundle of nerves. More than likely the nurse was right, but I was hoping she wasn't. Maybe she had me confused with another patient. And if that was the case, that is totally a HIPAA violation that will come back to haunt her, I'd make sure of that. I was terrified though, she could be right.