Carrie's POV
I stare blankly out the small window that's in my room. How am I gonna tell Danny? I should've told him when I had the chance, before the attack. I am pulled from my own mind when the door swings open to reveal Evelyn, Rafe, and Danny. Evelyn is the fastest to my bedside as she pulls me into her warm embrace. Usually, her hugs make me feel warm inside and relieved, but this time it feels like nothing in this world matters. Like her hug is in vain. Like not even the embrace from a friend could end this never-ending feeling of sadness. As we pull away, I fail to meet her eyes. Instead, I look down towards where my hands are now resting in my lap.
"Oh, Carrie! I'm so glad you're awake. You had us all terrified." Evelyn gasps in relief. I continue to look at my hands as I feel a familiar lump in the back of my throat. I manage to suppress it.
"Hey, Carrie. Evelyn's right. You really gave us all a scare. You should've seen Danny." Rafe attempted to lighten the mood, but it fell flat when I still refused to respond or look up from my hands.
"Well, I and Rafe are gonna give you both some privacy. We are glad you're okay, Carrie." Evelyn says awkwardly. They both soon leave the room to where it's just me and Danny.
Danny's POV
I reach over to grab Carrie's hand as she continues to stare with some of the saddest eyes I have ever seen.
"Carrie? What did the doctor say?" I ask, attempting to gain her attention. She continues to stare at her hands and doesn't say a word.
"Carrie?" I say once again. She still doesn't seem to hear me. It's like she's lost in her own mind. The look on her pale face reminds me of when my Daddy would sit at the kitchen table and stare in a drunken state at nothing in particular.
"C'mon, Carrie. Talk to me." I plead as I grip her hand a little tighter.
"Sandra told me about Betty." She mumbles just loud enough for me to hear her. I wrap my arms around her small frame and hold her tightly. I was expectin' her to break down and start sobbin' for the loss of one of her closest friends, but she doesn't. She stays deathly quiet.
"I'm so sorry, Carrie." I whisper. She continues to not say a word. Until finally, she breaks the silence.
"I'm sorry, too." She whispers. I feel my eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. Why is she sorry? What has she done?
"Carrie, what are you sorru about? You survived." I laugh weakly.
"No, no. Danny, you don't understand." She rambled as she pushed away from my embrace. She finally met my concerned gaze. The pain in her baby blues sent my heart sinkin'.
"Danny... I-I have to tell you somethin'." I feel my heart speed up as I open my mouth to respond.
"Alright..." I say shakily. Carrie sighs before she looks down once again.
"Danny... before the attack... I was.. pregnant. But the doctor said that there was too much damage from the shrapnel and distress of the attack, that the baby couldn't... the baby.." Carrie couldn't finish what she was goin' to say before she broke down. She didn't have to finish for me to know what she was tryin' to say. It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt tears streamin' down my face as I pulled Carrie into my shakin' arms. A sob threatens to escape before I manage to swallow any form of visible emotion. I had to be strong. Carrie needed me to be strong.
Time skip ----> December 10, 1941
Carrie's POV
It's been three days since the attack. There was a funeral service bein' held for all those killed in the attack in one of the bigger airplane hangars that hadn't been destroyed. Apparently the death toll was over 2,000. 2,000 lives. I was told that many of the bodies from ships, like the Arizona, could not be recovered. This meant most caskets were empty. Most families would only get a flag and nothin' more. I was cleared by my doctor to attend the services as long as I took a wheel chair. Despite my incessant arguments, Danny made me comply with the doctor's "orders".
When we arrived in the hangar I was not fully prepared to see the amount of American flag draped caskets. I had to catch my breath as Danny continued to push me towards where our friends were gathered around one of the many caskets.
As we got closer, I could see Red kneeling with his head down. I reached behind and grab Danny's hand. Danny stops and leans forward to my level and follows my gaze. He must've understood because he immediately turned us to the other side of the room where Evelyn and Rafe were standin' together with sorrowful eyes. Evelyn managed to give me a small smile which soon turned back to a mournful look as she turned her gaze back to the numerous caskets.
"Lieutenant McCawley and Lieutenant Walker. Major Doolittle needs to speak with you." A stern looking Captain states from behind us. Evelyn kisses Rafe before he turns to me and gives me a light brotherly hug, due to my injuries. After doin' so, he marches off in the direction the captain disappeared to. Danny gives me a quick peck on the lips before he takes off after Rafe, like he used to do when we were still children livin' in Tennessee.
Once the boys are gone, Evelyn turns to me.
"How are you feelin'?" She asks in a somber voice.
"Like I need a drink." I quip back.
A smirk grows across Evelyn's face before she responds, "Me too. Let's go get some whiskey."
