Rashford's POV
I'm not fit to play the game, but they won't believe me. All my practices ahead have been a major flop. She's all I keep thinking about, I can't help myself. I'm tired of waiting for destiny to draw us back together, and all the efforts I made my self have been useless. Now her number isn't available anymore. Damn I messed up real bad. My trust issues ruined the one true relationship that made me a better person. How is she right now? Does she still Love me? Will she take me back and accept my apolo...........
"Marcus!" I heard my name amongst the huge amount of noise. I turned and it was Anthony Martial.
I failed to stop the opponents team from scoring a goal.
He was coming at me angry now and I stood still.
"You let them defeat us and you were right there!." He pushed me by the shoulders, and I staggered back a little. I couldn't fight him, I had nothing to say. Our team players began to gather, and the noise in the stadium grew louder.
He tried to push me again, but Jesse stood in the middle, and Pogba tried to get him away from the scene.
"He was right there mate, I saw him." He was telling the teammates. If only he knew what I was going through...
"He didn't put in any effort. Wherever your heads at, get it in the fucking game and quit making us look like jokes." The referee had rushed to where we were, but luckily for him it was half time.
Jesse was the only one who knew how pained I felt. If I was in my normal state, I would have given Tony what he was asking for.
"I get how you feel mate, but you need to play with your head and not your heart." He said to me as we walked into the changing room.
"I'm trying Jesse, I'm trying really hard. Nothing seems to be working she's all I think about. I can't help how guilty I feel for the way I treated her. And I'm not going back to continue for half time. I'll just flop again.
" Marcus." Tony called my name as he walked into the changing room.
"What?" I answered harshly, ready for whatever he wanted to say next,
"Coach wants to speak with the both of us."
Salone's POV
"Will she be okay?"
"Is she fine?"
Are you serious?"
"I feel so bad for her."
I heard their voices from outside the room faintly as I woke up, only to find my self in a hospital bed receiving a drip straight into my veins. Pains every where in my body. I couldn't get out of the bed because of the drip and it sucked.
"My head hurts." I murmured and the twins walked in immediately and were happy to see me awake.
"Salone." They said at the same time, like it was planned.
"Hi girls, why am I here in this bed?"
"What's the last thing you remember? " Heather asked me.
" I found out I was pregnant? "
"Yeah then you passed out and your aunt got scared and called 911. Now you're here and the doctor took your aunt to talk with her.
I felt so bad for my self, like I was some piece of crap .
"Don't over think it Salone, we're all here for you. Are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know Heather, I'm really scared." I tried not to cry.
"How's Jesse? " I asked trying to divert the topic away from me for once
"He alright I guess." Since the breakup she had not told me anything about Him. Perhaps she felt it would hurt me in some kind of way.
I was telling them the whole Theo Allison drama when my aunt and a female doctor walked in. I attempted to sit up and then felt so much pain.
"The effect of the drug is kicking in I suppose." The doctor spoke to me while she placed a gel and some other equipment in a trolley.
"Your blood pressure was high Salone and you were stressed." My aunt told me while she placed her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay with them being in here while we take the scan?" scan?? that explained what the gel was for.
"Of course not, I don't mind. And you are??"
"Doctor Wendy." She said, while she rose my shirt up and applied the gel on my stomach. Seconds later, the image of my uborn foetus was displayed widely on the screen. I still couldn't believe I was carrying a child, but there it was, solid proof displayed on the black and white screen.
"The baby is 3weeks old. It's too early to determine it's sex." She spoke, moving the wired equipment round the gel to get clear images of the state of the womb. Minutes later she was done with the scan. Then she sat down beside my bed.
"Will I be able to leave the hospital tonight?" I asked curiosly, wanting to be far away from everyone as soon as possible.
"Of course, as soon as you finish this drip, you are free to go but I must say I'm rather concerned about your health. While you were passed out I ran some tests on you and I didn't like the results I got. Your blood pressure was high, blood sugar low, traces of constant migraines and stress caused by overthinking, which caused you to have a panic attack. All these things are not good for you or the baby.
"Good lord" Holly sighed while looking at me concerned. Heather already knew the cause of all those things, so She understood.
"What can we do to make these things go away?" Aunt Hilda asked, staring at me with the 'How am I going to tell your mom all this look'
"She needs to rest some more, and take foods with some sugar in it, but not too much, less overthinking to avoid having the blood pressure rise again, and lastly, sufficient sleep and self care will do you and the baby good. I've prescribed some drugs for you to pick up at the pharmacy on your way out." She stood up, walked to the other end of the room and came back with the print of the baby's scan.
" Thank you," was all I could say and she left moments later.
Then, Aunt Hilda came and sat beside me.
" I know you're going through a bad break up honey, but you are gonna tell him, right?"
"I'm not so sure. I don't want him to take me back out of pity, I don't need his concern or pity."
"Don't look at it that way, telling him is the right thing to do."
"Your aunt's not wrong Salone, I promise." Heather said while she took hold of my left hand. I couldn't hold it anymore, I was crying again.
"What am I even going to say to him. He was the one who broke up with me, he doesn't have a say in my life anymore. And his birthday is tomorrow. I don't want him thinking about me, I'll think of a way to sustain my self and the baby without.............
" it's okay Salone, We're all in this with you." Heather cut me short, hugging me and wiping my tears away.
"Promise me Salone, promise me you'll at least consider telling him. I feel he regrets what he's done. Give it a thought. Promise?"
Silence followed and then I thought about what she said.
"I promise."
"Now let's get you home, your drip is done.
*
Curled up in bed, I stared at the ceiling. I had taken my drugs and eaten enough for two. But the idea of telling Marcus flooded my mind. I missed his touch, his scent, his voice,
Just him as a whole.
I keep wanting the past back and I'm aware it will never happen. Things had happened so fast I thought it was a dream. But truth be told dream or not, those moments were the best moments of my life. I would give what Heather and my aunt had told me a thought 💭 and then, I would let whatever was to happen, happen. I couldn't tell my family now, I would wait till Christmas when I go back to Denver, when I have my head and health in the right place.
