❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡Bleed|Part Two♡

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I was seated in the foyer of the hospital, worried sick since the nurses had rushed (Y/N) to the emergency unit. She had lost a lot of blood, and that worried me even more. I prayed to the heavens that she would be alright. It had been an hour since we arrived at the hospital, and each moment made me grow more anxious.

Fiddling with my fingers, I noticed that many of the female nurses were staring at me, clearly recognizing whom I was. They walked by me and smiled, being polite.

I smiled back, still worried about (Y/N). She had grown rather thin, lately - so she was very delicate.

Waiting for a few more minutes, I let out a breath. When was I going to get news as to how my wife's condition was. She was three months pregnant, so I was also worried about the baby.

Several moments passed before the doors to the emrgency unit opened. A tall, stern looking man walked up to me - making me stand up.

"Mr. Jackson," he smiled a little, holding his hand out. "I'm Dr. Andrews," he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you,"

"Hi," I took his hand and shook it. "It's nice to finally meet you as well. Is my wife okay?"

Dr. Andrews stared at me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his long white coat. "Mr. Jackson, there are a few things that I'd like to discuss with you before you can see (Y/N), is that alright?"

"Uh...yeah, sure,"

"Follow me," Dr. Andrews led me along the corridors, moving away from the emergency unit. We arrived at the door to his office, and the door was closed. The doctor placed his hand on the knob, and pushed the piece of wood open. "Come in," he stepped aside to let me enter the room. I did so, and he shut the door. "Have a seat," he gestured to the seat across from his.

"Thank you," I sat down as he did the same, placing his hands onto the table.

"Right," he let out a breath. "I'll get straight to it," he focused on me. "Mr. Jackson, first of all, I'd like to inform you that Mrs. Jackson is completely fine. We managed to stop the bleeding,"

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. I was so glad that my wife was okay.

"What about...the baby?" I questioned hopefully, praying that my baby was okay.

"The baby is fine as well. (Y/N) may need to put on a little bit of weight to support the baby, but other than that - her physical health is quite good,"

I moved my head, indicating that I understood what he had just said.

"Her mental health, however, is not very good," he kept his eyes on me.

"What...do you mean?" my eyes widened slightly.

"Mr. Jackson, I'm afraid to tell you that your wife may have severe depression. I've decided to recommend you to a professional psychologist,"

I just stared at the doctor, not knowing how to respond.

"She has also been harming herself," he added, making my eyes go even wider. "She mentioned that you knew nothing of it,"

"I-I didn't," I said lowly. My wife was depressed and harming herself whilst she was pregnant - I felt like a horrible human being for not noticing it. She was supposed to be my wife. I was supposed to know her better. "I was...so....unaware," tears formed in my eyes. "I can't believe I didn't notice it,"

"Depression is never easy to notice," Dr. Andrews said. "Please don't blame yourself. Instead, you should support your wife during this difficult time. She needs you,"

Clearing my throat, I nodded in agreement. I did not know what to say. I was speechless.

He opened the drawer of his desk, and pulled out a car before pushing the compartment shut. He held the card out to me, naking me take it from him.

"That's Dr. Thomas," he said. "One of the best psychologists in the world," he continued. "This card has his information, so feel free to give him a call - and tell him that I sent you,"

I held the card close and flashed him a small smile. "Thank you," I said sincerely. "This...means a lot to me. Thank you for your time," he stood up, making me do the same.

"Now, let's go see (Y/N), and then you can take her home.

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We were in the car, and the ride home had been silent. (Y/N) didn't seem like she wanted to talk to me, and that made me worried. I hoped that I hadn't done anything wrong.

Bill, one of my most trusted drivers, was driving - and he kept looking at us through the rear view mirror. The air was tense as the vehicle came to a stop outside of the mansion. I thanked Bill and opened the door - getting out before helping my wife to do the same.

"You alright?" I asked gently as I shut the door, making Bill drive off. (Y/N) looked very pale due to the amount of blood she had lost.

"I'm fine," she mumbled as I held her close, walking up to the front doors of the mansion. I had wanted to carry her, but she would not let me.

I pushed one of the doors open, and let (Y/N) enter before I did the same - pushing the aforementioned shut.

The entire house was silent, and the air was rather cold.

"I'm going to sleep," (Y/N) said sadly, making my heart break. She was just about to walk off when I stopped her.

"(Y/N)..." I trailed off.

"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Well...Dr. Andrews gave me the number to a renown psychologist," I said carefully. "And I-"

"A psychologist?" she cut me off. "No way, that is not happening, Michael,"

My heart sank. I really wanted her to give the psychologist idea a try.

"(Y/N), just give it a try, it might be better than-"

"I said I'm not going to see a psychologist!" she snapped. "And that's final!"

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