On That Night

What??

Chase's P.O.V:

I'm in second period and Elli's not in class. Probably morning sickness again. I feel so bad for her that she has to take in all all the bad parts of being pregnant. I wish I could take some of the pain away for her. Being there at the birth is going to be hard, seeing her in so much pain is going to kill me. I really think I love her, but I haven't told her yet.

"Dude, did you hear about Elli?" Jamie questioned me.

"Yeah, she's pregnant, it's mine. Where have you been?" I teased. Some people still don't know we're having a baby.

"No. Chase.. Elli's in the hospital.."

"What?!" I screamed, I could feel my heart being torn apart. "Is she okay? How's the baby? Oh my god.."

"I don't know, I just saw her being taken from Olivia's crushed car and rushed to the hospital. I'm so sorry man.."

"Oh my god. Thanks." I say already half way out the door. It's pouring rain outside. I speed to the hospital and run to the front desk.

"I'm here to see Elliza Miller. Please let me see her. Please. She's my girlfriend and I'm the father of her baby."

"Alright, relax" the lady says. "Room 418 on your right"

I thank her and try to calm down. I walk to room 418 and place my hand on the doorknob. My heart aches just thinking about what lies behind the door. My sweet little girl all scratched up and bruised? Probably much worse. Jamie said she was being taken from a crushed car..

I open the door. I see someone almost unrecognizable as my girlfriend asleep on the bed. Her face is all swollen and bruised from the impact. She has a big stitched up gash on her right cheek, and her right arm and leg are wrapped up.

I walk up to the bed with tears in my eyes. How could this have happened? Why couldn't it have been me instead?

I hold her hand. She looks so weak and helpless, yet peaceful. Then I remember.

The baby.. Is the baby okay? I have to look for myself. I lower her blanket and lift her gown up. Her belly has a few scratches but that's about it. I think the baby is okay. I place my hand on her stomach for a little bit. I pray to god that the baby will be alright.

"Please little one, just give me a kick. I need to know you're okay.."