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“I need a doctor!” Kyla says rushing through the hospital doors.
“What’s the matter?” Asks a small blonde nurse with rosy red cheeks, and blonde hair.
“My cousin! Her water broke.” She says panting.
I stand there in my grad dress holding my belly, trying to breathe normally.
“Okay, we’ll just get a doctor and everything will be okay.” She smiles warmly.
A pain goes up my said and I start breathing funny again.
“Please hurry?!” I try asking nicely, but it comes out rather rude.
Amber helps me sit on a purple, plastic chair and tries to help me breathe.
“In. Out. In. Out.” She says moving her arms like a yoda instructor.
“Okay, Ambs! That’s not really helping!” I say kind of worried. “I need.. My phone.” I say searching for my purse. “Did someone bring it in?”
“No. I don’t think so.” Says Kyla filling out some forms.
“I’ll go grab it.” She says running out.
“Here, we’ve got a room for you. Just follow me.” I stand and look at the door.
“I’m kind of… Waiting for someone.” I say trying to see Amber in the darkness.
“She can come to the room after, I have a feeling that baby is waiting for anything.”
“Kay, Kyla, you coming?”
“Right behind you.” She picks up the papers and her purse, and then we’re off down the hallway.
“Right here?” Says Amber’s voice from outside my hospital room.
“Yessss!” I call.
Amber opens the door and notices me changing into the hospital dress.
“Oh I’m sorry!” She shuts the door automatically.
“It’s chill, just yeah know. Half naked. And my water broke. And Josh isn’t here and… My gawd. Where’s my purse?” I ask anxiously.
Amber flings the little purse towards me and I grad it, ropping the hospital gown to the ground. I stand in black underwear and a pink strapless bra.
“Where is… Aha!” I find Josh’s name in my contacts and press call.
I look up and see Kyla and Amber awkwardly looking around the room.
“Oh right!” I pick up the dress and put it on.
“Can someone?” I whisper, motioning to the back the gown, trying to listen if there’s an answer.
“Hello?” I ask into the phone.
No one answers, I must have dialed the wrong contact? Josh always answers.
“Maybe call him again?” Asks Kyla busying herself with tieing my dress.
“I’ll call Brad?” I ask.
“Go for it, I think he has his phone off though.” She tugs on my dress so it ties.
I dial Brad’s number and wait. And wait. And wait.
“Hey?” Asks a deep voice, with music blaring in the backround.
“Hey it’s Bridge.”
“Bridge?!”
