Solos contra el mundo - Simbar (On hold- updates soon)

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Simón's POV

I am sitting on the hospital waiting room, my head leaning against the wall as I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself, even if only a bit. A bad feeling had taken over me, making my chest hurt.

This situation is too familiar, too déjà vu, though this time I am outside knowing everything that is at stake, which makes it all more painful...

Strangely enough, this time I am the only one here. Her friends didn't come, nor the Valente and Alfredo.

It was a bit fuzzy how everything went down after Ámbar collapsed in my arms, but I do know I screamed, a lot, clamming for helped. I remember Mónica was the first one to arrive. I begged her to call an ambulance, but she didn't. She wouldn't do it. She was talking to me but I couldn't hear what she said, all I wanted was to get Ámbar to the hospital.

Eventually Miguel was also there. The couple kept asking me to tell them what had happened, what did she have but I was speechless, trying to the process the events myself. Somehow we did end up in a car, with Miguel driving us. Mónica stayed behind to warn Alfredo and then join us. The ride was too long; I remember thinking it as I tried to wake Ámbar who was still lying in my arms.

I don't understand how I ended up all alone in here, waiting for news...

A cold shiver runs down my spine, and I feel the need to hug myself, looking for some kind of comfort. I focus on the clock in front of me and time passes by in a really strange way, almost as in reverse of so slow it is. I close my eyes, trying to stay sane.

Suddenly, that big white door is burst open. A man with a chart on his hands walks up to me, the only person sitting on the waiting room. His face is dead serious, his expression hard to read. I get up, trying to meet the doctor halfway.

- Are you here for Ámbar? - He asked, his eyes staring right at mine.

- Yes! How is she? - I demand in a desperate tone.

The man plays with his glasses and asks:

- Were you aware of the pregnancy?

- I am the father. - I admit and he nods. I try again- How is she?

- She is not doing too well... This situation was too much for her... - he half whispers now looking at his chart.

My heart skips a beat and I feel my palms sweaty.

- What do you mean?

The man places his hand on my shoulder and sighs.

- I am sorry, kid. She lost the baby...

His lips keep moving but I don't make sense of the words he says. I collapse to the ground, falling on my knees, which I hit with my fists. A scream leaves my mouth and with it part of me breaks.

My baby... I lost my baby...

Ámbar crosses my mind and I feel the urge to see her and hug her. If this was painful for me, I can't imagine how she took the news...

But I can't move. I am frozen, my legs paralyzed...

I feel a hand on my shoulder and at distant I hear someone call:

- Simón...

-Simón...

- Simón.

-Simón!

- Simón!

- Simón, wake up!

I open my eyes wide open, my chest pounding heavily as I try to make sense of what is happening.