Chapter 1 Broken pieces break into me

Heather

"Push, Heather!" is what he screams. I'm crying non stop and screaming. The pain was lingering through my body. Will grasp my hand as I pushed on it harder and harder. "It's ok, babe," Will keep softly saying. I screamed again, and Will soothes me.

"Push harder," the nurse softly whispers. "Come on, Heather, she's almost out."

I was crying, lament in pain. Sweat and tears were all over me. A crying of a little girl was heard. "Done," Will whispered. I feel the hands of her. The baby touches me.

"Hello, Crystal," I say with a smile. I'm finally put in relaxing position. Will leans down and kisses me. I groaned, "I'm in so much…"

"I'm here," He says. I moved aside and let him lay next to me. "I promise to never leave you….or her." I turn over but couldn't. I let out a snivel of soreness. Will looked to me, "Don't move yet, Heather."

"Will," I said.

He kisses my neck and lets me in his arms. Hours passed and I feel asleep. I dreamt of a family with Will. The little girl, Crystal, was tucked under his arm. I went over and kissed Will. The girl looks upon me, and I throw her in my arms. Her head falls on my shoulder.

"Heather," Will hum. I'm awoken to reality. "Heather, dear, you need to awake."

"Hm," I choke open. The doctor is standing there.

"Miss. Faulker," The doctor sits next to me. "Were you at all drinking?"

"Ya," I yawned out, arising to my love of life's arm.

"Heather," He grabs my hand. "She's in near death. Her organs are not ready yet. Heather, please stay calm." How am I supposed to? Will wrapped his arms around me. The doctor walks out but says, "You can see her if you like."

"I will in a second," I said, scared at the thought. I finally broke down in Will's arm, "God, I'm such a fucking idiot, Will!" I sniveled a bit, "God dammit! How could I drink while having her! Fuck my life, just fuck it!"

"Sh, Heather," Will soothes me. "Believe in me, please, Heather."

I was choking on my tears. The thought of my baby girl…dead…because of a stupid act I did. Why I ever take a drink? Why did I ever do anything? What did I do to just deserve this? God can sin me this bad… "Will, why…"

"Nothing's your fault," Will still hold me. "This was my fault. I should have never had beer like right there to grab for you."

"Will, no," I whispered. I look upon his eyes. Black tears from his eyeliner and eyes were falling. "Will, please," I let my lips touch his tears then to his lips.

"Let's see her," He says. I didn't want to; I need to. We got out of the bed. Will helps me out of the bed. We walked down the hall. We walk into the room where they are caring for my dearly.

"My god," a gasp escaped my voice. I almost cried. The baby was breathing quietly. The organs are forming hopefully. I found my doctor there. "What-what…how long is gonna take her," I broke down.

"She'll live, Heather," The doctor said.

A/N: Hi there, AI idiots! Do you love it? Great idea right? If anyone who is not familiar with the play, during "Give me Novacaine", Heather does drink. So, I did think of a fic that involves that and more events. Review please!

Chapter name: Broken Open- Adam Lambert