Everything was going in and out of focus. I clutched my stomach screaming at the sudden pain as jolts that felt like glass shards exploded inside me. I heard him before I saw him.

"Anna!" Christians worried voice was far, a car door slammed shut and then I heard his shoes quickly tapping the pavement as he ran to me. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a man seeming to be getting hurt from the distance and I knew it was Taylor giving Jack what he deserved.

"Anna, I'm right here baby," his voice was strained from stress and worry.

I was crying now, clenching my teeth together as the pain ripped through me.

I could see his face now, and there were tears in his eyes as well as he looked on in horror of his wife crumpled on the ground. Grabbing his arm I said, "Christian make sure the baby is okay. Please help him!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had to make sure he knew how much I already loved this baby, even though this wasn't what he wanted.

Nodding he slid his arms under me, "Everything's going to be alright Baby."

"Promise," I said in a hoarse voice.

After a second he said, "I promise. The baby will be alright," his voice a solemn vow.

Taylor appeared at his side, looking just as worried as Christian, "Ambulance is on their way Sir."

And then, everything went black.

I could hear Christians voice, that still scared anxiety filled voice that he had, had earlier.

"Please, she's pregnant-"

Then I faded out again.

A quiet beeping sound filled my ears as I slowly opened my eyes. Christian was standing beside the bed, looking down at me. His forehead wrinkled with stress, his face not shaven for what looked like at least a day, and his clothes were creased in all the wrong places. I knew he hadn't been home in awhile and hadn't changed.

"Christian," my voice didn't sound like my own. It was barely there. Raspy and foreign.

His hand found mine and he smiled down at me, "I'm here Baby," he said gently.

"Is-is the baby okay?" I asked, suddenly panicked.

He hesitated for a second and looked tensed then nodded, his mouth in a firm line, "Everything's going to be fine. Rest."

Relief washed over me and I felt my entire body sigh. I nodded, my hand moving to my stomach protectively as a small smile played around the corners of my lips. Content, I closed my eyes and fell back into the darkness that weighed me down.

I woke up again to see the room more dimmer. From the shades of the big window in the hospital room I could see streams of orange and yellow peeking underneath, signaling the sun was setting. Christian, still standing at my side, was once again holding my hand.

"The nurse is just gonna do a few checks Baby. I'm sorry I had to wake you," he looked upset at the nurse. I wanted to roll my eyes at him. She was only doing her job.

The nurse smiled sweetly, and began looking over a chart.

I was surprised when Dr. Greene walked into the room, her no nonsense face clear as usual. Stopping at my bed her features softened, her hand lightly patting my leg. "Im sure you'll be wanting to head home Ana, so I'm gonna make sure to get you out of here as fast as I can. I know how hard coping with loss can be. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this."

My body went rigid and I flashed a panicked look at Christian.

His eyes shut and he took a deep breath.

"What is she talking about Christian?" I didn't mean for it to come out so loudly, but I appeared to have gotten my voice back without my knowing.

"Anna, I didn't want to worry you. You needed to rest-"

"So you fucking lied to me?" I asked exasperated.

Dr. Greene looked at Christian sternly, "You told me you told her."

Christians eyes opened, "I didn't want her getting upset!" He looked at me suddenly, "Anna, you were so fragile…I knew you couldn't take the stress of knowing."

I just sat there, stunned. My hand going to my stomach. I swallowed once and then in a small voice asked, "Is he…gone?"

"Anna, you suffered severe trauma, both mental and physical. The baby simply couldn't take it. You miscarried shortly after arriving here."

I felt as if someone had punched my chest. I took a ragged breath in, only to push it out in a sudden sob. I shook my head as the tears began pouring out of me.

"Anna, Baby I'm sorry," Christian said, trying to pull me to him. I put my hands up to stop him. Pushing him away, "Get away from me!" I snarled at him through my sobs.

"We'll leave you two alone." Dr. Greene said before her and the nurse quickly disappeared.

Christian and I barely noticed though. His face looked stunned and hurt from me rejecting him.

"You didn't even want this baby!" I shouted at him. I put my face in my hands as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I didn't protect my baby. Little blip.

"Anna, I did-"

"Stop talking! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" I shouted, silencing him. It felt as if my chest were collapsing in on itself. I was sobbing uncontrollably now.

"Anna, please," his voice was low and sounded defeated. How hard I knew it must be for him, to watch me completely fall apart in front of him and me not let him comfort me. I didn't care though. I was beyond mad at him.

Rolling to my side I clutched a pillow to myself, facing my back to him. I don't know how long I cried but eventually, my body wore itself out and I literally cried myself to sleep.