A Love (Sequel to A Crush)

Chapter 6

Three months later

13.11.1989 - New Jersey

Jon's point of view

At something like 2 am in the morning, a scream of pain echoed through the house. Richie and I almost fell out of the bed as we both tried to sit up straight, because we somehow managed to tangle ourselves in the blanket. "What the hell was that?", Richie asked sleepily and rubbed his eyes, raising one eyebrow. Cookie was also getting quite nervous at the edge of our bed. Again there was heard a desperate whimper. "Oh fuck, I think it's Dot", I whispered in fear and squeezed Richie's hand. "We have to get her to the hospital, probably the child is on its way. But... Isn't it too early for that?", I mumbled worriedly and pulled him up, dragging him over to Dot's room. There she was, laying on the bed and shivering. Her hands were resting on her belly and there were tears in her eyes. "Dot, we'll get you to the hospital right now", I said softly and went over to her bed to caress her cheek soothingly. "Y-yes please... Jonny... I think it's the kid... It is hurting so m-much...", she whimpered, clinging onto my shoulders for support as I helped her getting out of the bed and onto her feet. Richie quickly went to get a jacket and boots for Dot, helping her getting dressed while I was also throwing some clothes on. Afterwards I tried to shush Dot's whimpers while Rich was getting dressed. Then we both threw one of Dot's arms over our shoulders and quickly got her out of the house and into our car.

As I sat down in the front seat, I almost directly sped of to the hospital, worry in my eyes. What was happening with Dot right now? When I finally saw that big white building in front of the car, a wave of relief passed through me and I got out of the car, picking Dot up and carrying her into the hospital bridal style. Richie followed us and opened the doors whenever they needed to be opened. The woman on the counter looked at us attentively as we passed the main door. "What can I do for you?", she asked and looked a little worried at Dorothea who had a suffering expression on her face. "You have to check what's up with her please, she's two months pregnant and we're so worried", Richie explained desperately and caused the woman's eyes to widen. "Okay, can you follow me then?", she asked and we nodded, following her into a room with a bed and some machines in it. I laid Dot down on the bed carefully and looked attentively at the nurse. She somehow seemed so familiar... "And by the way, I'm Nancy the nurse", she finally said and shook our hands before getting over to an ultrasound machine and rolling it over to the bed again. "Rich, it's the same nurse as in 1987, when I had that car accident", I mumbled towards Richie, who's face turned to a serious frown. "I know Jonny, ya know that that was one of the worst times in my whole damn life", he said and went over to me, taking my hand and looking at Dot and the nurse once again. Nancy turned to us with a serious expression on her face.

"Everything's alright, isn't it?", I asked hopefully and she shook her head lightly. "Well, I have good news and bad news for you. The good news are, that this beautiful woman will make it through easily, she just blackened out because of overexertion. The bad news are, that the child didn't make it. I'm so sorry", she said and looked down. A lump formed in my throat and I almost thought I was going to suffocate. My child. The child which I finally accepted and would have given all my love. It was gone. I was not able to cry, there just wouldn't come any tears. "Oh Jonny", I heard Richie's voice and felt his arms snaking around me. But right now I couldn't cuddle my pain away. This was something too big. So I pushed Richie away lightly and kept my eyes staring in the distance. I didn't wanted to look at him right now. "Leave me alone", I mumbled coldly and left the room, running out of the main door. Finally the tears began to flow freely down my face, burning their way down my cheeks. I thought I had lost it all. I thought there couldn't be something worse than this. But apparently there was.