I wake up to yet another hospital room, with a breathing mask on my face and an iv in my hand. There is a very harsh throbbing in my stomach. I reach down to touch it, but I can't move. Something doesn't feel right. I see a movement to my left and am relieved to see that it is Nash.
"You're awake, thank God" He puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses my forehead. He looks as if he has been crying for days and hasn't showered.
I try to speak but am unable to due to the mask. Nash see's the struggle and takes it off my face. "What is going on?" I ask
"You had an accident. The police said an intoxicated truck driver crashed into you." His voice cracks and tears begin to pour for what I'm assuming is not the first time today.
"Why can't I move?" I ask
"It's better if the doctor explains. I'll go get her." Nash pecks me on the lips and leaves the room.
Nash comes back into the room with a beautiful doctor following behind him. She is a tall woman with long hair and green eyes. She also has a very warm and welcoming smile. Her name tag says Doctor Sommer Clarke.
"Hello there Charlie, it's nice to meet you. I am Doctor Clarke. How are you feeling?" She asks, standing at the edge of the hospital bed.
"I can't move, and I am having pains in my stomach. I just want to know what is going on." I say
"When the truck hit you, it did some damage. Luckily the airbag went off and that saved you. But you hurt your spine. We performed an operation to fix what we could, and we were successful. It may take weeks or months, but you will slowly get the feeling back. You are going to have daily physical therapy, which should help." She glances over her clipboard and walks over to check my vitals.
She didn't mention my stomach. The baby...
"What about my baby?" I ask. I see Nash's face turn pale.
"Due to your injuries to the spine, the fetus became stressed and since it was in the early stages in your pregnancy we were unable to save it. I'm so sorry for your loss." She looks at me with sympathy
"Can I see it...?" I whisper
"Babe, I don't think that is a good idea" Nash says, placing his hand on mine.
"I WANT TO SEE MY BABY!" I yell
"I'll see what I can do" Says the doctor as she leaves the room.
"Our baby is gone..." I cry
"I know Hun" he draws patterns on my hand with his fingers. "What were you out doing anyways?" He asks.
"I went to the guitar shop and bought you a new guitar to say congrats on your new job. I wanted to surprise you, but all I did was put our baby in danger. I bet the guitar didn't make it either." He doesn't get a chance to answer because the Doctor is walking in with who I'm assuming is a nurse and holding something wrapped in a tiny blanket in her hand.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Nash asks.
"Yes, I have to" I answer. The nurse brings the blanket forward and places it in Nash's hands seeing as I can't move. "Oh my God. My baby."
It's only about the size of a plum. I never thought I would have to endure the pain of losing a child. It's not something you think about really, until it happens. Why must it happen? Why must this earth be so cruel sometimes?
"Would you mind taking a photo of us?" I ask the doctor
"Yes, of course" She says, taking Nash's cellphone as he hands it to her.
We take the photo and say goodbye to my little plum. "I love you" I whisper.
The nurse takes the baby away and disappear from the room.
**
I was released from the hospital yesterday. It has been three weeks since I had the accident. Nash and I decided to have the baby cremated. Julie took the ashes to one of her friends who makes ornaments, so now sitting on the table next to our bed is an angel figurine holding a diamond heart made from the ashes.
I haven't been able to go inside the nursery, but that is where Nash has spent all his time. He won't leave the rocking chair and hasn't eaten in two days. I decide to go to the kitchen and make a banana split for him. I know that he likes to eat them when he is upset.
I slowly open the nursery's door and see Nash sitting on the rocking chair covered up in the giraffe baby blanket that he bought for the crib. His eyes are red and puffy, and his face is hard to read.
"I brought you something" I say, walking towards him.
"I don't think a banana split will help me right now" He sobs
"What can I do to help?" I ask
"Nothing. How are you not more upset by this?" He stands up from the chair, not letting go of the blanket.
"I am upset, believe me. I've cried more than you know. It's hard, and it probably will be for the rest of our lives, but we can't bring the baby back. I believe that all this happened for a reason. Maybe it's a sign that we are to young or that we should have a child that is ours, not his. I wish that it didn't happen. I should have been more careful." I slide down the wall and onto the floor, putting the dessert aside and sobbing into my hands
"Hey, it's not your fault" he says as he slides down next to me
"If I had waited to see if you actually had gotten the job than none of this would have happened." I cry
"We don't know that. It was the driver's fault for being so reckless. It's terrible how we have to suffer for that man's stupid decisions.
"Why couldn't it just be me instead?" I whisper.
Nash pulls my hands away from my face. "No. We can have another baby, but there is only one Charlie Queen. You are irreplaceable, incredible, and every other nice adjective out there. You will be an incredible mom some day"
"Thanks. What do we do with all of this?" I point around at the furniture in the room.
"I think we should keep it this way, as a reminder that things don't always work out the way we want them to, but we often grow from those experiences. Also, I think we need to add a little something to the mural." He says
"Like what?" I ask
"I was thinking we can add a butterfly and it would represent the lost baby and also show that he or she is still here with us."
"I love it" I smile
"I love you" Nash wraps me up in his arms
"I love you too" I give him a kiss
"Good, now let's eat that banana split before it melts to much." He grabs the spoon and dabs a bit of the whipped cream on my nose.
"Was that necessary?" I laugh and rub some cream onto his chin.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, they offered me the job" He says
"Really? That is incredible!" I answer excitedly
"Yes really. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for you. You motivate and support me with everything. You make me want to be a better man. You are my Lucky Charm Charlie."
The End
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My Lucky Charm
Teen FictionCOMPLETE Nothing seems to go right for Charlie. She lost her parents, and now her boyfriend. She now has to move to California with her Godmother Julie Charm, that she didn't know about. Charlie finds out that Julie is the owner of one of the bigges...
