then ~ RUEL FANFIC~

Ruel's POV

"You ready to go?" I call. 

"Yep, coming."

She comes out into the living room with a long loose dress, trying to tie the blue silk ribbons at the back. 

"I can't reach, tie it up would you."

I knot it twice and then look at her.

"I love that dress."

"Thanks."

"Ok, we ready to roll?"

"No, I need some water. And an anti nausea tablet. I feel like shit."

"Oh, fuck, ok, uh, let me grab some for you."

I take out the medicine and get her a glass of water.

"Ok." She finishes quickly. "Let's rock n roll."

We drive through the evening to the art gallery where there's an exhibition opening tonight. I thought it'd be good to go to take our minds off things. The past weeks haven't exactly been easy. 

When we get there immediately in the entry room both of us get talking to people we know, or dad knows, or know us. I grab a wine and Alira gets a juice.

"Ruel." She mutters as we walk between two rooms. "I'm going to piss myself, where's the bathroom?"

"Oh, for fucks sake... ummm... over there, quickly, quickly-"

"Untie the ribbon!"

"What?"

"On my dress, untie it."

I untie it and she rushes into the bathroom. I wait outside. One minute. Two minutes. Three.

"Alira?" I say quietly as possible. "You ok?"

She replies shakily. "Open the door, please just come here."

"What's wrong?"

"Open the door!"

I push it open. Thank god it's a unisex bathroom.

She's in a stall at the end. Somethings wrong.

"What's happening?"

"Call Coco, now."

"Alira, what's going on?!"

"I'm bleeding."

"Where?" As soon as I say it I realise. Everything goes quiet.

"What do I do?" I say.

"I don't know, I don't know, call your mum, call Coco, google what I'm meant to do, go get someone, how do I make it stop, what have I-"

"Deep breaths, just... I'm calling Mum."

"We're past twelve weeks, this shouldn't be happening!"

"Alira, just hold on, I'm calling mum."

I ring her number and she picks up straight away.

"Hey, sweetie, what's up?"

"Mum, come here now."

"What's the matter?"

"Alira's bleeding, we don't know what to do."

"Bleeding? I- oh my god, like, bleeding?"

"Yes mum, just come, what do we do?"

"I don't know either, I'm on my way, just hold on-"

The line goes dead and I shove my phone in my pocket.