Mikel POV
I twist the nob. The door is not locked. I walk in,the phone is on the floor but she is not here. I see some water or is it urine.
"Micah."
I hear her breathing so heavily. I search the rooms until I find her in the bathroom.
"Mikel." She cry. She has her dress off only left with bra and panties on and her hair messy. I think she is going to deliver.
"Come let's go to hospital." I carry her bridal.
On the drive she kept on trying to breath. She also says things in some languages.
"Did you call you aunt?"
She screams.
"It's okay."
The moment we get to the hospital took her from me. I followed to some room.
"Sir you're her?"
"Father."
"You can wait outside we will call you when we're done." A male doctor say.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"Yes. She is,please excuse us."
I walk out to the car to get my phone.
I call Layla.
"Baby. Is she okay?"
"She's at the hospital. Your hospital." I calmly say.
"We will be there." I can hear panic in her voice.
"Drive safe."
"Thanks you."
I then was allowed to walk in. She is moving up and down with some pole with drips and oxygen mask. She is crying in her hospital gown.
"Still feeling pain?"
"Why wouldn't I if they don't get this baby out! Fuck!"
"Calm down. Please."
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Right after her words the doctor came back.
"You still on heavy breathing." He checks. "It's normal. Sir don't let her go to bathroom."
"You heard that."
"Please! I need it. I don't want to shit on myself!"
I watch my daughter being in pain and I can't do anything about that. Nothing at all.
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Ryla Letoy
Teen FictionI've been living almost my whole life my mother. Living in a very quiet area. When I turned fourteen,mom told me everything that dad left us and went away to look for a job. Mom raised me alone, then when I was two years old mom heard that my father...
