Hard To Love

Tragedy

A/N

Yeah, um, trigger warning. There's death and I really don't want to give it away but for the sake of any woman, like me, who has gone through this.. Don't read it if it'll trigger anything.

Y/N POV

I woke up to bright lights and blood stains, along with my mother and Frank weeping by my side. The memories rushed back to me. The accident. The pain. Gerard. My baby.

My baby.

"Guys? Guys! Where's Gerard? Is the baby okay?" I sat up fast, maybe a little too fast, which startled both of them. Frank cried even harder as he hugged me. That scared me.

"I'll go get the doctor." I heard my mother whisper as she got up. About a minute later, my mother reentered the room with the doctor, two nurses, and my OB/GYN.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" The doctor asked solemnly.

"I need answers. Where is Gerard?" I angrily questioned.

"He's in the ICU. He's in a coma, but he's currently stable. He's lucky to be alive." I nodded. Okay, so Gerard is alive. Then my OB/GYN walked closer. "I'll let you two have a moment." Frank held my hand as she gave me the news.

"Y/N, I'm afraid that the accident has caused you to miscarry. I'm so sorry for your loss."

Time stopped. Her sentence repeated over and over in my head.

My baby is dead. My husband is in a coma. I have nothing right now.

I couldn't speak, all I could do was cry. I buried my face into Frank's chest and sobbed. How did everything go from perfect to disastrous in the blink of an eye?

I felt empty, I felt numb. The only feeling I could feel was pain.

"The pregnancy tissue had already passed while you were out, so there's no need for us to keep you now." I heard a nurse say. She held a clipboard with papers, my discharge papers, while trying to keep her composure. I could tell she wanted to cry along with me, but she didn't. Nurses are strong like that, I suppose. I took the papers and signed them for her.

"I brought you some clothes. We can visit Gee if you want? Ray and Mikey are in there with him." I nodded, taking the clothes from Frank. My mom untied my hospital gown for me. I didn't care if anyone saw anything anymore. I didn't care about anything in general right now. I looked down to my now-empty stomach and began crying again.

My mom and Frank had to help me redress. My mom got my bra on me and clipped it Frank adverted his eyes until it was on, then began taking the EKG stickers off of my chest. As he did so, my mom slid on clean underwear and pants.