The alarm clock read 5 AM as Idina sat up in bed abruptly, feeling an excruciating pain in her abdomen, causing her to bend over. "James-" she choked out, thankful to see that he was with her despite their argument.
He sat up, his arms around her shoulders. "Dee, honey, what's wrong?"
She was shuddering, tears streaming down her face. "James, James I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding. It hurts James, oh god it hurts."
He sprung to his feet, picking her up and running out the door, not even bothering to lock it.
Not being able to hail a taxi fast enough, he began to run to the nearest hospital, Idina in his arms, shaking and sobbing.
Finally getting there, Idina was put on a gurney and rushed to her room, James limping behind, exhausted.
-6 AM-
Multiple tubes were hooked up to Idina, she had been poked and prodded, a heart monitor was beeping, and her eyes slowly opened.
"Dee? Dee! Idina! You're awake!"
"Yeah," she stopped to clear her throat. "What's going on? How long was I out?"
"About an hour. The doc is coming in any minute," James said, trying to sound cheery and hide his intense worry.
James finished his sentence and the doctor walked in. Idina watched James's face as he listened to the doctor. Her ears were ringing, everything became very bright, but she focused on James's face. At the last moment, she turned to look at the doctor, listened to the last thing he said. He shook his head, his face sad.
"I'm very sorry. We couldn't save the baby."
That was it. That was her last straw. Her eyes widened, she heard someone begin to scream and realized that it must be her. James, his eyes full of tears, jumped up, the tears leaking onto his perfect face, holding Idina as she screamed and eventually broke down into huge, wracking sobs.
James POV
I listened intently to what the doctor had to say, every word making my heart sink farther into my stomach. I saw Idina watching me out of the corner of my eye. Then the doctor was shaking his head, telling us they couldn't save the baby, Idina was screaming, I was on my feet trying to hold her, to comfort her, to calm her down. I watched as her face broke down to complete and utter sadness. Her eyes went dark, the sparkle disappeared entirely. Her entire face darkened and I watched as she shut down.
I was suddenly jerked to reality as the heart monitor began slowing down. The doctor had left the room, Idina's eyes were fluttering shut, and I began to scream. Louder than I ever had, at any baseball game, at any concert. I screamed for doctors, I screamed for our lost child, I screamed for Idina. I looked down at her, hearing the door open. The doctors ran in and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
I watched in a daze as they ripped her from my arms, her beautiful hair flowing behind her as they placed her on a gurney. I was still screaming. Then there was a sharp pinch in my arm, cold fluid rushing through me, and as I began to black out, I heard the monitor flatline. At least I don't need to worry about the baby anymore.
The world went dark.
