One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 31

POV: Sydney

Another slash of pain went through my body, making me yelp in surprise.

I touched my majorly swollen belly lightly, wondering how something so beautiful could be so painful.

I was in labor.

We had just screeched to a halt at the hospital entrance.

By we I mean myself and Cameron.

It hurt so bad. It felt as if each contraction would rip me apart.

Cameron jumped out of the car even before he had taken the keys out. He raced around the car to my car door, which I was struggling to get open with my shaking hands.

He pulled the door open the door, unsnapped my seat belt, and scooped me up and out of the car.

I moaned as another contraction went through me.

Cameron ran through the hospital entrance to what seemed to be a wheel chair already there for me.

He set me down carefully as he went up to the desk and spoke in hushed whispers to the lady.

Meanwhile, a nurse came up behind me and ushered me into the chair.

She started to roll me away from Cameron, and down the long white hallway.

I squinted my eyes shut, feeling a bit nauseous and the moving wasn't helping.

Then I felt the worst pain out of all the contractions.

I crunched up into a ball screaming while still the chair moved at an agonizingly slow pace.

I felt something wet under me and I look down to see blood pooling below me.

I looked behind me to see that there was a trail of it following us.

Then I looked at my hands and they were covered in the thick red.

I screamed louder.

I screamed at the nurse for her deliberate slowness going down the hall.

I screamed for Cameron who was probably still at the front office.

I now realized, as we finally pull into a white room with a surgery table, lights, tools, and people dressed all in white with surgeon masks and hats on, that there were tears streaming down my face.

I was sobbing when they helped me up onto the table.

Somehow I was already in a hospital gown.

They layed me down with my legs propped up.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." One of the nurses murmured to me.

I looked at her, shocked. I panted, trying to get enough air into my lungs.

"What?" Was all that I could utter before another contraction ripped through me.

"Your baby is dead." The nurse explained with sadness clouding her eyes. I couldn't see her mouth, but I could tell she was frowning.

They started getting tools ready to pull the thing out.

The I looked over and I saw Cameron in a surgeons outfit, smiling like an idiot.

"Your doing great honey! Just keep pushing!" He said touching my forehead.

Doesn't he know the baby I dead?

(I'm skipping this because... Gross.)

"Congratulations, Mrs. Dallas. It's a girl." The nurse handed me the bloody child, but not just a normally bloody child. A child soaked in blood, blanket surrounding her and all.

I screeched. The thing was hideous and deformed, but the corpse was somehow crying.

I continued screaming, tears streaming.

Until I woke up gasping, in Cameron's bed.

I sat upright, clutching my stomach. The pain was still there, faint, in my stomach.

I touched my face and felt tears.

When I saw my hands, they were clean.

I let out a sob and pulled my knees up to my chest, trying to calm my breathing.

I rocked back and forth still crying.

Suddenly the room door burst open to reveal Sam.

She hurried over to the side of the bed with worry written all over her face.

"What's wrong?" She whispered.

"I- I just had a bad dream. When did you get here?" I asked still breathing heavily.

"Cameron had called us on the account that you were screaming in your sleep and he couldn't wake you up." She explained crossing her arms over each other. "You gave him quite the scare Sydney."

I sighed and shrugged apologetically.

"AND you didn't tell him your pregnant." She whisper yelled, glaring at me.

"Sorry, I just couldn't do it yet. He was too happy." I muttered, ashamed.

"Well he ain't gonna be happy if he finds out the day you give birth!" Sam was tryin her best to stay quiet.

My heart thudded.

In my dream, the baby had died.

I felt tears start to drip from my eyes again.

Sam looked at me confused and climbed onto the bed and sat beside me.

"You should go back to sleep, you obviously need rest. You can tell me about the dream tomorrow." She murmured as she slouched against the back board of the bed.

I shook my head violently.

"I- I can't go back to sleep. It'll -" I cut myself off.

The dream will come back. Is what I wanted to say.

Sam shook her head, causing her curls to move, looking at me seriously.

"You need to sleep, Sydney." She whispered. "I'll watch over you and wake you up if you start to scream." She murmured.

"But even Cameron couldn't get me up..." I pointed out.

"Well, unlike Cameron, I am not afraid of pushing you of the bed." She laughed, grinning at me. "Now sleep, stupid." She stated before staying silent in the dark.

I curled up under the blanket, protecting my belly.

Is my baby really a girl?

Will it really die before it is even born?