The Accident | Grester

Chapter Sixteen

*June*

Grace's POV

Mamrie is in front of the camera, joking about the drinks she's made. Hannah is beside her, laughing at nothing. They're not totally drunk, but they're extremely tipsy. I laugh at Mamrie's remark, focusing the camera a little more. Then I feel a wave of pain run through my stomach.

"Oh god." I murmur.

"You okay there?" Hannah asks.

"Yeah," I lie. "I'm going to use the restroom."

I rush to Mamrie's bathroom, doubling over the sink as I feel another strike of pain. Then I feel wet trickling down my leg.

"No, no, no!" I plead. "Not now!"

The pain becomes unbearable, and my knees give out. I sink to the floor, making a soft thud as I hit the ground.

"Grace?" Hannah shouts. "Are you okay?"

"No, Han," I begin.

The bathroom door bursts open and Hannah comes in quickly.

"What's going on?" She asks.

"The baby." I tell her simply.

"Mamrie!" Hannah yells, seeing the predicament. "Call Chester and tell him Grace is in labor, I need to get her to the hospital!"

Mamrie comes running to the bathroom, stopping short when she sees what's happening.

"Okay, I'll call Chester and then pick him up. We'll head down to meet you guys at the hospital." She says, already pulling her phone out.

Hannah helps me to her car, getting me into the backseat.

"Are you okay, Grace?" She asks, her eyes worried.

"I'm as okay as I could possibly be right now." I reply.

Hannah pulls out of the driveway, her tires squealing as she speeds down the road.

"Jesus Hannah!" I shout as she runs a red light. "You've been drinking, and I kind of want to get to the hospital in one piece."