Second Chance

Chapter Seventeen

Alison's POV

After saying those words, I feel terrible. How can I end someone else's life without giving them a chance to live? It's not their fault that their father raped their mother. But I don't think I can have this baby without crying every time I look at them to see their dad. I just can't do that. 

"I-is that what you want? A hundred percent sure?" Emily asks, holding my hand in hers for comfort. I only shake my head.

"No. I'm not sure. But I know I can't have this baby, Em. Not without looking at them in the face and see their father. What if they grew up to be just like him? Wouldn't I be responsible for that?" Tears slide down my face again as I think about the different scenarios. "I don't know what to do. Why is this happening to me?" Emily pulls me into her warm embrace, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing the side of my head.

"There's different options for you to choose from, Ali. You can give the baby up for adoption if you don't want to raise him or her. I'm sure a lovely couple would love to have them." She tries to soothe me but it doesn't work. I get up off the bed and pace back and forth in front of her.

"No one's going to want this baby when they find out I was raped by some psycho who held me captive for years in my own home. They would be crazy to!" I exclaimed, my breathing starting to get heavy. Emily gets up and stops me from putting imprints into the carpet from where I've been pacing so much.

"Ali, it will be okay. I promise. We will figure it out. We will go to the doctors tomorrow and see the options on what we can do." 

"Okay." I nod my head while giving her a slight hug. I can feel the sweat visible on my face. "I'm going to wash up and everything." She releases me from her arms and looks at me with a concerned face.

"Are you feeling okay. You don't look so good." She feels my head with the back of her cold hand. Her eyes widen. "Alison, you're burning up. We should take you to the ER right now to make sure everything is okay." I only shake my head.

"I'll be fine, Em. It's just a little hot in here. I'm going to go take a cold shower to cool down. I'll be back in bed before you know it." I walk toward the bathroom only to see the ground ahead of me moving  around. My vision starts to blur slightly as I try to continue to walk. My head starts to pound and I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I grab onto the closest thing to me which is the dresser.

"Alison?" Emily comes over to me and holds me up. "What is it?" I can tell she's panicking.

"I think it's the baby." I feel one last sharp pain in my stomach before my legs give out and my eyes shut completely. The last thing I hear is Emily yelling my name and telling me to wake up.

***

It's weird. The feeling I feel right now. Like I'm floating on air but I'm not. I feel light. Like I'm not here or something but I am. I look around to see I'm in a hospital with people walking around me as if they don't see me. I'm currently wearing a hospital gown and slippers. What am I doing here? I was just with Emily. Why am I out of my hospital bed? Why isn't anyone telling me to go back to my room to get some rest?

"Excuse me." I walk up to the front desk, to the woman who is looking at the computer. I wave my hand at her but she still doesn't look up to acknowledge me. Why isn't she looking at me? She's acting as if she can't even hear or see me. "Hello?" Nothing.

"How is she doing?" It's Emily's voice. I know it anywhere. Her sweet voice makes me smile. I turn around to see her talking to a doctor. I walk over to her and smile at her. She doesn't look at me.

"Emily, I'm fine. I'm right here." I tell her, but she only stares worriedly at the doctor in front of her who has a clipboard in his hand with papers.

"She just came out of the surgery. She's in a coma right now." He informs her. I'm in a coma? That explains why no one can see me. Well this sucks. Who am I supposed to talk to? 

"And the baby?" When Emily asks this, I put my hand over my stomach out of instinct. 

"I'm afraid the baby didn't make it and that's why we had to do surgery. I'm sorry, Miss. Fields. We did everything we could but we just didn't have luck on our side." He jots down a couple things on the paper. Tears slide down my face as I continue holding my stomach. I know a part of me didn't want to have him or her but I didn't want them to die. This isn't fair! 

"When can I see her? I need to see her. She needs me. She's at a really fragile state in her life and I don't want her to be alone right now." Emily pleads, giving him her puppy dog eyes.

"You will be able to see her in a few hours. As of right now, we are waiting to see if everything is normal with her. I'll get back to you soon." He then leaves Emily who has tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I'll be okay, Emily." I go to touch her hand, but my hand goes right through hers. This sucks. Are you serious? I can't even touch my girlfriend? I sigh. What am I supposed to do then? Why am I here?

"Emily, I got your text. I am so sorry!" Next thing I see is a blonde girl hugging Emily but her back is to me. Thank God, Hanna is here. She can make Emily feel better. She won't feel so alone with one of her best friends here. I smile at the sight of them hugging. I'm glad she has someone comforting her right now. When the blonde pulls away from Em, I get a good look at her. My jaw drops practically to the floor, and I feel a little hurt and slightly mad. It's not Hanna.

"Samara, I'm sorry I texted out of the blue but I didn't want to wake the other girls at three in the morning. I knew you'd be up around this time." Emily says, walking over to the chairs to sit down. Samara sits down next to her and places her hand on top of Emily's. I can see Emily slightly tense at the touch of her hand on hers. 

"Of course. I left as soon as I read the text. Is there anything I can do for you?" Samara asks, which I roll my eyes to. You can leave. That's what you can do.

"Just be here for now." Emily says with a sad look on her face. But I'm here Emily. I'm right here. You're not alone. So you can tell this blonde to go home. 

"I will be here as long as you want me to." She gives Emily a slight hug again which infuriates me more. 

"You are so lucky I'm not actually standing right here." I say, glaring at her hoping she will just drop dead. But to my disliking, she's still sitting there holding my precious Em. Her hand travels down her back, lower than what it needs to be. "Get your hands off my girl." I grit, and try to remove her hand from Emily's lower back but it doesn't work. Emily pulls away and stands up, looking slightly uncomfortable. I smile at this. That's my Emily.

Suck it Samara.

"I'm going to go get a coffee. I'll be back." Emily says, slowly walking away with a confused look on her face. Samara just looks at her with a rejected expression on her face. I stick my tongue at her before running after Emily. She grabs a cup of coffee and pours her some. It's straight black. She takes a sip of it and sighs. She opens her phone up to a picture of me and her smiling at the camera with our arms around each other. Hanna had taken the picture. "You're going to be okay, Ali." She whispers, touching the photo. 

"I know I will." I say, walking closer to her. I try to rub her arm but it doesn't work. So instead, I put my hand just centimeters from her skin and run my hand down as if I'm touching her. Her head jerks up and she looks at me in the eyes. At first I thought she could see me, but she doesn't. She just looks down at the photo with tears in her eyes.

"We need several doctors in room 129!" One of the doctors yell, running down the hall. What's going on? Doctors begin to rush to some room. Who's in there?

"Alison!" Emily yells, running after them.

This can't be good.

Decided to update again since the other one was so short so I hope this makes up for it:)