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Matchweek Twenty-Three: Liverpool vs. Manchester City

[ Sorry By Justin Bieber ]

Chapter Three

S A M A R A

THE SMELL OF overly sterile air and medicine fills my nostril. I can't move my legs and my arms feel like they have needles in them. My head, back and heart hurts. I open my heavy, sore eyes and the first thing I see is the white ceiling, telling me of the place I'm in if the smell wasn't enough. The bright light blinds me but I get used to it after a while.

The last thing I remember was talking to Megan about Andrea. She told me the truth. She was in a relationship with my brother, Zayn, but he left when he found out that she was pregnant. Andrea is my niece. I can't believe that I've been babysitting her and I didn't even know that she is my niece. I remember alot of crying but after that everything's a blur.

The door to the room opens and a doctor walks in. She has bright blue eyes with shoulder length raven hair. She looks down at her clipboard before giving me a sad look.

"Ms Witmoore, how are you feeling?" She asks in a doctorly tone. The one that everyone hates.

"Other than the pain, I'm relatively good." I tell her with a small smile, that's fake.

I can't be 'good' when I just got my heart ripped out of my chest by someone I least expected. But I guess I was the fool; I should have see it coming.

"What happened?" I ask her.

She clears he throat. "You were passed out when you were brought in. Your stress levels are high and we found traces of narcotics in your system. We know you're not addict because we have your medical history, and your aunts. It is normal for passive smokers to have traces in their blood as well. There were various factors that played a key in the miscarriage. The fetus was barely developed-"

"Wait, what?" I ask, feeling my head spin.

"Miss, you were around three weeks pregnant. You were still in early stages and the fetus was still developing." She explains and I feel the bile rising in my throat.

Everything comes back to my haunt me. All the unprotected sex that Trent and I have been having. All the times that he came in me. I was dumb enough to have unprotected sex with him knowing that he might drop me in the end. I took the risk, but my only regret is that my baby - Trent and I's baby - is no longer with us. I couldn't save my child.

"You were lucky. There is no damage done to your uterus because it was still early stages." She tell me but telling me that I'm okay won't bring my baby back.

I nod, letting the tears well in my eyes.

She continues, "I suggest that we advise a family member. Maybe your boyfriend or husband?"

I gulp. "There is no one else."

I give her a small smile, trying to ignore the judging look she is giving me. She nods, looking back down at her clipboard.

"We are going to keep you in tonight for monitoring and then we'll discharge you tomorrow." She tells me briefly before leaving.

I lay back down but I don't close my eyes. I know that if I close my eyes, it will only bring back memories of the time that Trent and I spent together. I don't want to think about it. The bottom half of my body may be numb, but my heart hurts so much that the pain is unbearable. I can't believe that I let myself fall for someone who can never love me back. I always knew that he would jump into his ex's arms if the opportunity arises. And I was right; I just hoped that he would of atleast told me before instead of sucking face.