❝I wanna tell you how
how I feel but I'm scared
of being hurt again, scared
of you not feeling the same
and scared of falling harder.❞
In which a husband and wife finds themselves torn apart, only to be brought back together again.
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❝It's, it's...not possible...❞
Scarlett's POV
I freeze in fear, my mind trying to adjust to the news.
"W-what?" Benedict slowly edges towards me and carries a face of sympathy.
"Scar.. honey..." He holds my hand and lifts it towards his face. "I.... I don't know what to say." My eyes fill up with tears and I pull my hand away from him.
"Tell me he's not dead! Tell me he's alive and not dead like everyone I care about!" Benedict places his hand on my shoulder and I kept hitting him away. "No, no! He's not dead, he'a not-!"
"Shhhh.... Scar... baby. I'm so sorry." I was finally to weak and I welcomed his embrace. All I could think is that it was my fault. If I hadn't argued with that woman and had these stupid contractions, Paul will still be alive. Paul would still be alive if we didn't agree to meet them.
All I could do it weep in Benedict's arms and hope that Lucy was okay. "I know it's hard Scar, but..." He cups my face in his hands, "... You're going to get through this, I'm here and so are the girls and Lucy." I peer up to his face.
"Is Lucy..."
"She's hanging in there." Separating myself from Benedict, I swing my legs to the side.
"I have to see him." He rushes to the other side of the bed and held his hand out to me.
"O-okay. But I'm going with you. As long as you're sure...."
"He's my brother... I'm sure." Holding his hand, I pull myself up, whilst holding my baby bump. There was a little kicking going on, but I was strong enough to keep going. I would. Always.
For my brother. Paul.
I see the girls stare at me as we walk to the room his body was in. They looked scared and so was I. I was going to soon hold them again in my arms, once I was given the all clear from the doctors and the nurses.
Benedict steps in front as me as we stop.
"Listen... I'm going to be right outside. I'm not going anywhere. I love you baby."
"I love you too." He kisses my cheek lightly and steps to the side.
I take a deep breath and walk in, closing the door behind me. I felt cold in these hospital gowns and I didn't care because I was right next to my brother- even if he wasn't alive.
Hovering over him, I lifted the sheet and folded it back, and gasped in shock. Tears flooded my eyes and I leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I'm so sorry... I-I... I never got to say goodbye... I... I love you so much and... you didn't deserve this. You'll be up there with... well, you know who." Sighing, I close my eyes for a moment, only to be suddenly hit with the most excruciating pain. I scream. "ARGH!" I breath heavily and Benedict rushes in.
"What's wrong? Honey?"
"I-I don't know! The baby, I.. I don't..."
"Doctor, nurse, someone! He yells and helps me walk back to my room, really slowly. The doctor rushes in after us and I lay on the bed, screaming and breathing in pain.
"We need an ultrasound stat! Ms Jones, we're just going to see what's happening..." He places the gel on my belly and looks at the scan. Suddenly, I feel wet. "She's haemorrhaging! Ms Jones, we need to do an immediate c-section otherwise we will not be able to save your baby, do I have your consent?" The doctor asks and I nod my head, wondering what fate awaited me and my baby.
