FanFiction
prologue
Emily's POV
On a warm September afternoon I was sitting in a waiting room at the doctor's clinic in Las Vegas. My mind was racing. As my eyes were scanning the half-empty room, a receptionist entered. My back tensed.
"Tyler Millok?" A tall dark haired boy with his left arm in a cast stood and followed her out. I relaxed ever so slightly. I fiddled with a fraying stand of my dark blue jumper as I waited. About ten minutes later, she came in again. My back tensed again.
"Emily Kmetko?" I rose uncertainly to my feet and she smiled at me, "Dr. Moes is ready for you." I followed her with hesitation. She took me down the corridor and guided me to a black door with the gold initials printed on it,
'Dr. RM'
I sat down and stared at the wall covered with medical charts of all different colours. Then Dr. Moes entered the room and instructed me to lay down on the white clad bed. I tilted my head towards the TV set beside me. Dr Moes noticed my movement and grinned. "Excited?" she said. I sighed and turned my head towards her. Her strawberry blonde was tied up in a loose bun at the base of her neck and her pale blue eyes sparkled with her smile. She wore a pair of dark grey jeans and a red blouse. She must be in her late 20s I thought. While I was assessing her she was concentrating intently on the medical documents in her hand. "You're Emily Kmetko and you're here for a pregnancy check up?" I nodded.
Then she asked me to lift up my top slightly. She reached down into the cabinet and pulled out a tube of some kind of gel which she seared on my stomach with a cone shaped x-ray thing. I drew a breath about to ask a question when she cut me off with her hand. "Please" she said "call me Rose". With her index finger Rose turned on the screen. As she rolled the cone shaped item around my flat stomach, watching the black and white screen. She frowned, and then her cheerful, glowing face turned into a sad, sympathetic, sorry look.
"Emily…" She said, slowly, "I'm sorry, but I can't find a heartbeat. Your baby has died.
I couldn't believe it I gave up everything for nothing. When I didn't say anything Rose wiped the gel off my belly and helped me stand up. "are you ok" I shook my head and my lips formed a silent no I her shook her hand off my shoulder and walked numbly down the hall to the front desk. I paid the receptionist and wandered out. I kept trudging along until I came to the house I was staying while I was in Vegas. Stumbling around I packed my bag and left only leaving a note behind;
Gone to boulder Call you when I can
Emily
I stood at the roadside waiting for a taxi to pass when my phone beeped a twitter has just come in that Damon young is having a fundraiser this Saturday night in Denver. I wonder how devastated he would be when he finds out about the baby. After waiting half an hour I climbed into the warm cab and threw a 50 over the seat
"33 Tyment Drive, Boulder please" the driver made no hesitation and sped off down the street.