But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

Chapter 5

A/N; Its so fucking cold
I'm hungry
I'm watching a man feed honey to monkeys. 
I used my knowledge of hospitals in this, I hated writing this and not just because of what happens but because I've spent so much of my life in those hell holes.

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Zoe's POV;

I sat in silence, watching people walk past. Brad was being checked over by doctors, oh how i wish he was sitting here with me. Ellie and the triplets were in the childrens ward; being looked at. I never got to see them before they were taken away, i can only hope they're okay. A doctor kept asking me questions, and shining lights in my eyes; I just sat staring blankley at the open door into the corridoor. I think i am okay. I don't really know. I just needed my babies to be okay. 

"Hey Zoe, are you okay?" I hear someone ask. I look up, Bradley. He smiles at me while I nod. "I just have a few bruises, have you heard anything about the babies?" He asks. I shake my head, looking back down at the floor, tears dripping down. He sits next to me, placing his arms around me. 
"Shhhh" He soothes me, "I'm sure they're fine princess" I wipe at my eyes, and look into his eyes. His pupils were surronded by chocolate and he'd clearly been crying aswell. 

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"Miss Collins? Mr Simpson?" A doctor says, walking over to us. I quickly stand up from my cold metal waiting room chair. We'd been sat in the receoption of the Childrens ward for the past half an hour, There were other children running about and crying, being children. It just made it ten times worse.
"Would you like to follow me?" He smiles, Brad grabs my hand and we follow him down the never ending corridoor. It reminds me of when I had the triplets and the regular trips I made to see them. He eventually leads us into a room, where Ellie was sitting on a bed; playing with some of the hospitals toys. Thomas was lay in a plastic cot next to her; fast asleep.
"They're both perfectly fine, Just a few cuts and brusies. You're going to want to keep an eye on them, they might be a bit worried and clingy these next few days."
"What about Scarlett and Cleo?" Brad asks, smiling at Ellie when she looks at him. The doctor sighs and leads us into another room, machines line the walls and wires wrap my baby girls. 
"Cleo is incredibly weak, Scarlett is doing better; however it is touch and go. We're doing our best, but it is best you do not get your hopes up" He swallows then looks at us again "This is Nurse Windsor and she is looking after them both, I'll leave you with her" He says, before making a swift exit from the room. I look at Brad, tears running down his cheeks, falling off his chin. He doesn't even try to hide how he is feeling this time. I take hold of his hand, rubbing it softley. He stares at the babies; it was like when they were born..so weak and innocent. 

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"Brad?" I sigh, we were sitting with the girls. Watching them while they sleep. You wouldn't have thought that a few days ago I got job with the boys, helping Dean out; and that we'd announced our engagment. You wouldn't have thought yesterday was Christmas and it was their first one. 
"I'm staying here Zoe end of!" He almost yells,I had suggested we take the kids home, to my Mums. Then come back; just get out of this hell hole for ten minutes. But he wouldn't leave their side. I can understand why...I just wanted to be away from here. 

Yet another half and hour had passed, and nothing had happened. Just sitting in silence; while machines bleep and flash. 
It had been the same.
That was until something awful started to happen. Cleo's heart monitor started to beep like crazy, she started to puke and choke. I started screaming, and Brad yelling. For the second time today; it all went in slow motion. We were pushed out of the room while doctors rushed in. Hours seemed to pass, yet it could only have been minutes. Brad letting tears fall down his face while he enveloped me into his chest. I sobbed, soaking his shirt in seconds. 
I couldn't help but hope that Cleo was okay...But deep down i knew something wasn't right. 

"Are you Cleo Simpson's Parents?" A doctor asks, as I pull away from Bradley. We nod, and by the look on his face it wsan't good. "She's passed away, She wasn't in pain. I'm awfully sorry" He mumbles.
I fall to the floor, screaming. I just wanted her to be back in my arms. Brad falls down next to me, pulling me into a hug again. I could feel his chest moving and his tears falling onto my head. 

anyone but my sweet baby girl