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That day

Warning: This chapter has mention of blood, miscarriage/ problems in pregnancies. If this effects you in anyway, please don't read. If you have been through any of these problems, I have included a few websites and hotlines you can go to, to get help and support.

Bliss: http://www.bliss.org.uk

Miscarriage association: 01924 200799
                                              Miscarriageassociation.org.uk

Pregnancy, birth and baby: 01800 882 436

SANDS: 1300 072 637
               Www.sands.org.au

Tommy's: 0800 014 7800
                   Tommy's.org

Cruse Bereavement Care: 0808 808 1677
                                              crude.org.uk

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On a miserable January evening, the world stopped for Sickboy. On this January evening, Sickboy had become a father for the very first time. Little did he know the consequences that came along with this title.

The day started out just like any other for the bloke. He got woken up by the movement of his girlfriend getting up to pee for what felt like the 100th time this morning. He reluctantly opened his eyes, the sun already streaming into their bedroom; he sleepy gaze turned towards the alarm clock on the bedside table, only to read '10:30' in bright red numbers, almost telling him to get up. For a moment, he paused; taking in the peaceful morning and the warmth of the blanket that was currently draped over him, knowing full well that as soon as he whips it off, the cold air will hit him like a tone of bricks. He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and looked over at the doorframe just in-time to see he's girlfriend waddle back into the bedroom, seeing her huff from the strain she was under being eight months pregnant. Sickboy chuckled a little bit to himself, seeing how difficult it was for his girlfriend to move around these days; he took a deep sigh and sat up to met Charlie as she slowly lowered herself back onto the bed. He leans over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

'Mornin'' He said in a gravelly morning voice. He looked over to Charlie seeing her look uncomfortable as she tried to get into a somewhat comfy position on the bed.

'How long now till I can actually move again?' She joked as she slumped in defeat knowing full well that she wasn't going to get comfortable any time soon.

'Not long now, only one more month' Sickboy cheerfully stated. In that moment though, he saw Charlie's face waver for a split second.

'Why, what's wrong?' He said knitting his eyebrows together taking hold of her hand closest to him.

'Nothing, just tired' she said smiling at him. He took that as the truth from her. Let it be known that that was in fact far from the truth, and that the events that were to follow that day, were as far away from good as it could possibly be.

Shortly after there little conversation, Charlie had fallen back to sleep whilst Sickboy took the opportunity to go and visit his friends. Only a couple hours later had she woken up, only to feel a fiery pain coming from her lower stomach. Charlie slowly got up, trying to wave the pain away, but failed miserably. She lifted herself off of the bed, stumbled to the bathroom, trying to be careful not to trip up over anything sprawled across the floor. She didn't really give time to notice if Sickboy was still by her side as she had gotten out of bed, but the fact that she didn't have him follow her to the bathroom or ask a dozen questions gave her enough evidence to show that Sickboy had gone out for the day. Not wanting to bother him, she decided that she could deal with whatever was happening herself and after using the bathroom has gotten herself over to the sofa to hibernate there, till Sickboy had gotten back. Alison had spent the night out after work, presumable round a male friends house; it was at this time though, Charlie wishes her sister was there to look after her and hold her hand till the pain washed away. A million thoughts were racing through her head at this time, however the main thought that was plaguingher mind was 'what is this pain?' She knew it couldn't be contraction, because as Sickboy said early, she still had another month to go. 'Maybe it was last nights dinner not agreeing with me' Charlie thought to herself, deciding that that was in fact the reason why her stomach felt like it was ripping itself apart. After deciding this, she ignored whatever pain that was there and put the television on, in hopes of distracting her from whatever was happening. Her eyes slowly shut on her, as a deep need to sleep washed over her. Because of the baby, she had been getting awful nights sleep, resulting in her sleeping most of the day. It didn't bother her too much though, because most of her days now were spent at home, awaiting the baby's arrival. After another decent couple of hours of sleep, she awake to another searing pain shooting through her stomach, timed perfectly with someone walking through the door. She hissed from the pain resulting in Sickboy ,who had just walked through the door, to run to her aid to find out what was wrong. He looked concerned as he checked her over.

'What's wrong? What hurts?' He almost shouted at her.

'Nothing, I've just been getting really bad pains in my lower stomach' she told him as she tried to reposition herself on the sofa to accommodate for the pain. As Sickboy was checking over her again, just to make sure she was all okay, something catches his eye. When Charlie had lifted herself up to make herself more comfortable, he saw a patch of red of the sofa bellow her. Her jumper was covering most of her bottom half, so he could only guess as to where it was coming from.

'Charlie are you bleeding?' He asked, not taking his eyes off of the spot that he had seen the blood. At this she frowned, unsure of what he meant, until she followed his gaze down. She lifted up her jumper, only to reveal more blood. They both looked up at each other at the same time and both shared a scared look. At this moment in time, The both didn't know what to do. They didn't know if this was normal or if this was uncommon. In a split second, Sickboy took it upon himself to take charge between the both of them and stood up.

'We're taking you to the hospital' he told her grabbing onto her arm, dragging her up off of the sofa. She hissed once again from the pain trying to stay upright and not let the pain get the better of her. The time it took them to get down to the car, felt like a lifetime and as they drove to the hospital, Charlie could feel herself getting more and more drowsy. This time she knew it wasn't from the lack of sleep. Time had been cruel to them both, and as Sickboy raced them to the nearest hospital, Charlie could feel herself slowly getting worse and worse. If Sickboy knew what was going to happen, he'd be memorising her face; memorising her voice and how she sounded. Nothing was going to be the same after this fateful day in January.