Tobias~
It's a quiet day at the Eaton house. Tori is with Christian, Jake is with Augustus, and Josh is with Zach and Cody. Sally is at home, Tris and her are about to head over to one of Sally's friends house.
"Tobias, I don't feel good." Tris tells me.
I feel her forehead. It is burning up.
"Tris, your fever is way high. Does anything hurt?" I ask. Generally concerned for my wife's health.
"My stomach feels weird." she replies.
"I'm taking you to the infirmary." I say. She runs into our room, thinking she is trying to run away, I chase after her. Only to find her throwing up.
"My poor baby." I whisper to Tris as I sink on the floor beside her and make her relax into my chest. Tris sniffles.
"Tobias, this happened last time. Remember, before we had Tori. The first time we found out I was pregnant. When I had a miscarriage." she tells me. Oh God. Tobias, stay calm. Tell her comforting things.
"I think it's just a little bug." I reply. "We still need to bring you to the infirmary." I get up.
"Okay." Tris puts her arms out, reaching for me. I pick her up, and she rests on my shoulder.
"Sally!" I yell.
"Yes, Daddy?" She asks as she walks downstairs.
"We are going to the doctor for Mommy. Hold my hand." I command her. She grabs my hand, and we walk to the infirmary. Tris buries her head in my neck. Her feverish forehead burning against my neck.
I have a feeling that, if this is a miscarriage, Tris will have this fever for quit some time.
~~~~ AT THE INFIRMARY~~~~
Sally and I wait ours use of room 40. Waiting for Will to come out with a report.
"Daddy, what are they doing to Mommy?" Sally asks.
"Honestly, sweetheart?" I say, bending down to her level. "I don't know."
Just then Will comes out with a grave look on his face and tears in his eyes.
"Four, I need to speak with you. Privately." Will says.
"Sally, stay right here. Where I can see you. Uncle Will and I are going to talk." I command. She nods her head.
"How is she?" I ask when Sally is out hearing.
"Yes, she did have a miscarriage." Will says sadly. Small tears burn my eyes.
"Okay. Does she know yet?" I ask.
"No. When we were taking the baby out. She... She fell..." Will chokes on his words.
"What? She fell into what?" I demand.
"She fell into a coma." Will chokes out.
"No." I whisper.
"She only has a twenty five percent chance of living. When Sally was born, you remember the stress thing? Well, my nurses didn't catch the cervix and vagina, they are torn up." Will explains. "So even if she didn't have a miscarriage, and she have birth. She would have still fallen into the coma. Section or vaginal."
My head falls against the wall behind me. Tears cloud my vision so bad that colors blur together and everything looks like one.
"Four," Will says.
"What?" I ask quietly.
"She only has 37% chance of living, and her stats keep dropping every so often." Will says.
My baby.
My baby is...
I won't say it.
My baby is dieing.
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