He runs his hand through his messy dark blonde hair, and sighs deeply. Its
only been a month since he left Newport and it's as though he never left
Chino. He here is, bussing tables at Parker's. His eyes shift from the
dirty plates in front of him to the large clock on the wall. 8:57. Only
three more minutes before his shift ends.
She's on the bathroom floor, right in front of the sink. Too weak to even reach the toilet bowl, she collapsed right there. There's blood on the floor. A lot of it. Tears have marked streams down the sides of her cheeks. Her dark hair shuffles everytime she sobs. She's been weeping since she realized she couldn't stand up. Darkness overcomes her as she slips from consciousness. The sobs have stopped.
"Theresa?" Ryan calls as he walks into the house. "Hello? Anyone home?" Everything in the house seems normal, the furniture is still in place and there is only a slight smell of cigarette smoke and coffee circulating the air. He is confused though, normally she is there to greet him when he comes home. Their work hours intersect just at this time. By the time she returns at one, he is fast asleep. The mornings are theirs though. Waking up next to her- he thought it would bring guilt but instead it has brought peace. Knowing that she carries his child, he feels so connected. Not only to her, or to the unborn child, but to the world.
"Hello?" He's beginning to worry now. There is something not right in the home. The stillness of the interior begins to frighten him. Imbalance begins to caress his skin and worry lines form on his forehead as he begins to frown. Walking from the kitchen to the living room to the backyard, he sees no sign of her. No shoe on the floor, no laughter to greet him, no scent of vanilla perfume. Rushing, he enters the bedroom. If she's there, he'll know something is definitely wrong. They never stay in that room during the day. It is for them to sleep, to rest, to be together. He knows that Theresa hates to be there without him. Why would she be there now?
She's not there. Where is she? She wouldn't have left for work without greeting him first. He knows enough about her to know that. Eyes, hands, thoughts, customs, habits- he knows her, all of her. It was so unlike the way he knew Marissa. That girl was of a different world. Her drama and problems. Her self destructive streak. There was love in his heart for her, but in that same heart he knew, he loved being in love with Marissa much more than he actually loved Marissa.
He sees the light turned on in the bathroom. A small sigh of relief escapes his soft lips. She's just in the bathroom- doing God knows whatever pregnant women do in there. His black boot takes another step forward though and his blue eyes widen in alarm as he notices the open door... and the head of hair on the floor.
"Theresa!!" he kneels by her head and slowly touches her face. He's looking for breath, for life. Noticing the tears, he realizes that she has been experiencing a horrible pain. He looks up and for the first time, notices the blood by Theresa's legs. The baby. "Oh God." he mumbles to himself. He picks her up and gently carries her to the bed. With her head cradled in his lap, he calls an ambulance. And then he calls the Cohens.
She's on the bathroom floor, right in front of the sink. Too weak to even reach the toilet bowl, she collapsed right there. There's blood on the floor. A lot of it. Tears have marked streams down the sides of her cheeks. Her dark hair shuffles everytime she sobs. She's been weeping since she realized she couldn't stand up. Darkness overcomes her as she slips from consciousness. The sobs have stopped.
"Theresa?" Ryan calls as he walks into the house. "Hello? Anyone home?" Everything in the house seems normal, the furniture is still in place and there is only a slight smell of cigarette smoke and coffee circulating the air. He is confused though, normally she is there to greet him when he comes home. Their work hours intersect just at this time. By the time she returns at one, he is fast asleep. The mornings are theirs though. Waking up next to her- he thought it would bring guilt but instead it has brought peace. Knowing that she carries his child, he feels so connected. Not only to her, or to the unborn child, but to the world.
"Hello?" He's beginning to worry now. There is something not right in the home. The stillness of the interior begins to frighten him. Imbalance begins to caress his skin and worry lines form on his forehead as he begins to frown. Walking from the kitchen to the living room to the backyard, he sees no sign of her. No shoe on the floor, no laughter to greet him, no scent of vanilla perfume. Rushing, he enters the bedroom. If she's there, he'll know something is definitely wrong. They never stay in that room during the day. It is for them to sleep, to rest, to be together. He knows that Theresa hates to be there without him. Why would she be there now?
She's not there. Where is she? She wouldn't have left for work without greeting him first. He knows enough about her to know that. Eyes, hands, thoughts, customs, habits- he knows her, all of her. It was so unlike the way he knew Marissa. That girl was of a different world. Her drama and problems. Her self destructive streak. There was love in his heart for her, but in that same heart he knew, he loved being in love with Marissa much more than he actually loved Marissa.
He sees the light turned on in the bathroom. A small sigh of relief escapes his soft lips. She's just in the bathroom- doing God knows whatever pregnant women do in there. His black boot takes another step forward though and his blue eyes widen in alarm as he notices the open door... and the head of hair on the floor.
"Theresa!!" he kneels by her head and slowly touches her face. He's looking for breath, for life. Noticing the tears, he realizes that she has been experiencing a horrible pain. He looks up and for the first time, notices the blood by Theresa's legs. The baby. "Oh God." he mumbles to himself. He picks her up and gently carries her to the bed. With her head cradled in his lap, he calls an ambulance. And then he calls the Cohens.