Shambles

Chapter 7: Gabe

Stepping in the door to my house I don't hear shit - it's quiet. I walk to the kitchen and don't find shit that's been cooked or anything.

"What the fuck is wrong now," I think.

Turning I head to my bedroom. The bathroom door is closed and I hear water running. Knocking on the door, I don't get an answer. "Savannah," I call out. When I step closer I hear the squishy sound of my footstep in a soggy spot on the carpet.

Looking down, I see the carpet is soaking wet. I stare back at the door before bamming on the door and calling out her name again. Still not getting an answer I use my shoulder and hit the door causing the door to fly open and the wood to splinter.

She's sitting in the tub. I rush over and turn off the fucking water. Her head is hanging over the side. "Savannah," I call her name and shake her, but I get no response. I feel for a pulse in her neck and barely get one.

Pulling out my phone, I call 911. I look around and see the pill bottle with the antidepressant medication that was given to her six months ago after her eighth miscarriage.

"911 what's your emergency," the dispatcher says through the phone.

"My wife has taken some pills and I can't wake her up."

"You said you couldn't wake her, is she breathing?"

"Yes, but barely."

"How long ago did she take the medication?"

"I'm not sure I just got home from work and found her like this in the tub," I say. I put the phone on speaker and sit it on the counter. I bend down and lift her out the tub carrying her to the bed and wrap her up.

"What is your wife's name?"

"Savannah Stephens."

"How old is Savannah,"

"Twenty-seven," I answer, rubbing my hand down my face.

"Sir the ambulance has been dispatched and should be pulling up in less than five minutes."

"Ok," I run downstairs to open the door and push the button for the gate.

About five minutes later, the police and firemen come rushing in. I show them where she is. The police ask me all kinds of questions. Three minutes later the ambulance shows up.

I call her mother and she agrees to meet me at the hospital.

I decide not to ride in the back and follow behind in my car. When we get to the hospital I sit in the waiting area and wait for the doctor to tell me something.

"Son what happened," My dad asks, walking up.

"I'm not sure. She's been really depressed about not being able to get pregnant. We did our last round of IVF last month and I told her if it didn't work then I didn't want to do it anymore." I blow out a harsh breath. "I guess it didn't take, but the doctor told her that it was less than a one percent chance that she could get pregnant."

"Have you talked to her about a surrogate?" My dad asks.

"The doctor gave us that as an option, but she wants to carry her own baby. She wants to experience being pregnant." My dad pats me on the shoulder as Savannah's mom walks up with my mom.

My mom is holding her hand and rubbing her back. I plop down in the seat. I always tell Savannah it's fine if we don't have kids but I know that's a lie - I really want kids of my own.

About thirty minutes later the doctor comes in. We all stand and meet the doctor. "Hi. I'm Dr. Harrison. We had to pump your wife's stomach. She took about fifteen pills. It's good you got to her in time. She could have died. Her heart had already started slowing. We will have to keep her for a forty-eight-hour hold, and then I hope you and her will seek help with her depression."