Scar on my Heart (Carmichael Series #3)✔️

Everything Has Changed

**SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I'm only one week into this semester and it's already been the worst semester I've had so far. I've had numerous mental breakdowns and I'm just trying to save my sanity lol. I won't be very active on here for a while because of school, but I will always update on Fridays! Ya'll are going to fuckin hate me for this cliffy, but oh well. Enjoy this chapter!

UPDATE: I figured I made it clear enough, but I guess not! EVAN WAS NEVER PREGNANT! Everything that happened was a side effect due to complications with her IUD implant!! I repeat SHE WAS NEVER PREGNANT!**

Evan's POV

I rolled over in bed and out of Scar's hold the next morning, my stomach heaving and clenching in pain. I pulled myself onto my hands and knees, hoping the position would ease some of the pain. A muffled cry escaped from my lips as the pain increased, bringing tears to my eyes. My stomach started to roll as I felt like I was going to throw up. Throwing the covers off of me, I sprinted for the bathroom before dropping to my knees and expelling whatever contents I had from the day before into the toilet bowl. My stomach continued to cramp and roll as I clung to the ivory seat for dear life.

I wasn't sure when Scar had come into the bathroom to hold my hair and rub my back, but I was glad he did. Tears rolled down my face as the pain refused to subside.

"Baby, talk to me. What's wrong? What's going on?" Scar asked frantically, a look of intense worry in his eyes as he assessed my condition.

"I-I don't know. It h-hurts so fucking bad!" I cried while clutching at my lower stomach. He murmured a few curse words under his breath before pulling on a shirt and the only pair of pants on the floor in the bathroom before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to God knows where. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I tried my best to refrain from screaming at the top of my lungs. It felt like I was fucking dying from the inside out.

"Just hold on baby, just a little longer." He soothed while buckling me into the car and speeding off. He weaved in and out of traffic and I tried my best to keep from passing out from the pain - something much harder said than done.

Pulling into the parking lot of the emergency room, Scar practically ran me inside as I jostled around in his hold, something that was not helping with my pain.

"Someone fucking help me! My fiancee is hurt!" Scar exclaimed once bursting through the doors. Two nurses rushed over to us before ushering him to put me into a wheelchair. He did so hesitantly before following after us they quickly took me to an empty room. Once in the bed, the nurses began taking my vitals while asking a few questions like my name and age.

"So when did the pain in your stomach start?" The oldest of the two asked while watching me claw at my stomach.

"I woke up about forty minutes ago due to the p-pain." I forced out through clenched teeth as I dug my nails into Scar's hand as he offered it up to hold. If I was hurting him, he didn't say so. Seconds later, a doctor walked into the room before taking the chart from the other nurse and quickly scanning over it.

"Miss Carmichael, is there any chance that you're pregnant?" The older gentleman asked. I shook my head while swallowing deeply to try and force the cry of pain away.

"N-no. I just finished my period last w-week." I explained. Suddenly, I felt a gush of liquid between my legs. My body froze instantly as I reached between my thighs. There was a generous amount of blood on my hand as I pulled it away. "What the fuck is happening to me?!" I demanded hysterically as the doctor gently pushed the nurse out of the way. He quickly  muttered a few words to the nurse before pressing his stethoscope to my chest and listening to my heart. They began forcing a very non compliant Scar out of the room as he fought back and screamed multiple obscenities at them.