Nothing But The Truth

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A/N: WARNING there may be tears in this chapter and the next!! But please stick with me I do have a plan on where this is going so just hang in there! I mean who doesn't love a good tear jerker right? **********************************************************************************************************

:::Drew's POV:::

I'm actually a dad. I helped make a human being! He was so small. I was watching the nurses take the baby to clean him and put him in a blue blanket when I felt Emma let go of my hand. I turned back to see she'd not only let go but she looked like she'd passed out. Then I heard a sound I never thought I'd hear in my life. One long steady beep indicating that she'd flatlined on the table.

"Oh my god save her!" I heard myself yelling as the doctor and nurses rushed around me.

"Sir you need to go to the waiting room. We'll get you when she's stable." One of the nurses said leading me to the door.

I reluctantly let her shove me out. "Will she be okay? What went wrong?" I rambled.

"She's lost too much blood. The baby ripped her pretty bad, but if the doctor works fast she might be able to be revived. Chances are she's be on assisted living for a few days though." The nurse told me.

"But she's going to be okay!" I insisted.

"Sir we don't know, but we'll tell you as soon as we do." She assured me with a sad smile.

That's it. She just closed the door in my face leaving me there in the hall. I felt tears form in my eyes as I thought about Emma laying lifelessly on the table on the other side of that door. After what felt like hours I walked to the waiting room and sat down near Wes and Patience.

"Well how's it feel to be a dad man?" Wes clapped a hand on my shoulder unknowingly.

That's when I felt the tears slip over. I lost all control and started crying like a loon. "She might die guys. It's all my fault! I got her fucking pregnant and now she's in that room fighting to stay alive!"

"Woah Drew, Emma's what?" Patience asked confused by my tear slurred words.

"She might not make it. Something about bleeding too much." I explained as tears kept falling.

"She didn't tell you?" Patience asked.

"Tell me what?" I looked up suddenly as if maybe Ashton and the punk'd crew would walk out from a corner with a hidden camera and this would all go away.

"Drew she's anemic, and the chances of her having a hemorrhage were really high. She was convinced she'd make it but the chances were slim." Patience told me looking ready to cry as well. "She knew having the baby might mean she'd die, but she said she wanted to have it anyway. She even set it up already so that if something happened I'd be the godmother."

Emma knew she might die having my baby! She knew she was going to have this much trouble? Why wouldn't she mention that at least! I sat in disbelief as a nurse came walking out to me. She smiled softly and waved for me to follow her. I stood and walked feeling like my feet weighed a hundred pounds each as I followed her down a long hallway to a room with a window.

"Yours is the one on the far right in the front." She told me pointing to a small baby boy wrapped in a blue blanket. "He's perfectly healthy, and can be released in a few days at the most."

I felt the tears again as I thought about how Emma might never see him or hold him or anything. "What about his mom?" I asked with my voice cracking.

"She's still not stable. Son I'll be honest, it's going to take a miracle for her to make it with the amount of blood shes lost. They're trying a transfusion since her heart is beating still, but nothing's a guarantee so be ready for the worst." She told me.

How can I be ready! I found out I was going to be a dad a month ago and now I'm supposed to just prepare to be both a mom and a dad? How does someone get ready for that? "I don't know what I'll do without her." I mumbled honestly feeling a tear slide down my cheek.

"Would you like to hold him?" She asked nodding to my son.

I nodded my head hoping I could handle it. I followed her to the nursery room and she tenderly put the small boy in my arms and I cradled him as gently as I could for fear I'd break him. He squirmed in my arms and cried a little until I spoke. "He's so small." I breathed not wanting to scare him.

"What do you want to name him?" The nurse asked me.

Without a thought I answered. "Lyric Michael Chadwick."

I had to give the baby back and go sit out in the waiting room after a few minutes. Wes and Patience tried to talk to me but I wasn't in the mood. I just paced the floor with lots of people staring at me, but I didn't care. I had too much running through my head. Then before I knew it Emma's doctor stood before me. She shook her head side to side making me hit the floor on my knees and sob violently. Why god? Why me? How can I take care of that little boy three rooms away without her?

"Mr. Chadwick, Emma is being put on life support as we speak. There's less than a five percent chance she'll ever wake up, but the call is yours to make as she requested on the papers she filled out." The doctor looked at me.

"What are you asking of me?" I asked not understanding.

"Do you want us to pull the plug?" She asked bluntly.

"No!" I shouted.

"Sir she's," I cut her off.

"You said less than a five percent chance. I've beat odds worse than that okay, so just do as I ask. I don't care what it costs I want her kept alive." I snapped.

"Okay, yes sir." She said taken back from my out burst.

I stood on my feet and wiped the tears away. "Can I see her?"

"Sure, just follow me." She nodded.