Chapter 3
CPOV:
By the time the paramedics arrive, I'm in a daze. I refuse to leave my wife's side till they allow me to ride in the same ambulance. I barely took note when Taylor informed me that Mia has been found and she's safe but sedated. Even though deep down I'm relieved my sister is unharmed, I can't think of anything other than Ana and my baby.
The ride to Seattle Grace Hospital takes forever. Even though the paramedics managed to stop the bleeding, I'm worried sick. Ana is unconscious. I hold her hand throughout the journey.
As soon as we reach the hospital; I find Grace standing at the entrance. She looks really worried. God bless Taylor, that man must have called my mother on the way to the hospital.
I jump out and rush straight into her arms and hug her while I start crying like a 4 year old. My mind is scrambled. I can't put my thoughts together and I am not able to form sentences. She keeps asking what happened and I can't form a reply.
As I see Ana being lifted into the gurney and wheeled in, I keep crying. There's a flurry of activity around her as the doctors and nurses assess her frail body and wounds. I'm sure Grace must have arranged for the best doctors to attend to her daughter-in-law, but this doesn't reassure me in the least.
I just keep crying.
After a few breaths I look up at my mom who looks tortured…."save them" I choke out.
"Them?" my mom asks confused.
"Ana's pregnant mom… with my baby. Save them" I plead
Grace gasps and her hand flies to her mouth. Tears start pouring out and she holds me for a while; before she says with determination, "Let me go and help Ana, son. I'll keep you updated."
Taylor leads me into a waiting room and I feel lost again. I can't think straight. I'm in a daze again.
I wait for what seems like hours, before I see Carrick, Ethan, Kate and Elliot rushing into the waiting room. Kate rushes to me, hugs me and starts crying. Oddly her touching me doesn't bother me. I guess I'm too preoccupied. I debate whether or not to tell her about her best friend's pregnancy…
Finally Elliot breaks the teary silence; "She'll be fine Christian. She's a strong woman."
"She's pregnant" I blurt out.
Kate stops crying. She looks at me and I can see she's enraged. Out of nowhere she slaps me. The sting of the slap, the pain brings me out of my daze. I finally start noticing my surroundings. I notice that everyone is stunned by Kate's reaction.
"How could you let her get hurt? How could you let this happen to her; to them?" Kate spits out...
"Baby stop," Elliot gently holds Kate in his arms as she turns to him and cries onto his chest. He looks at me and mouths I'm Sorry.
But I know Kate is right. Even though she might have reacted out of reflex in blaming me, I know she's right. It's my fault Ana's hurt and fighting for her life.
As I drown in self-loathing, I see my mom walk into the waiting room.
I get up at once and go to her. "How are they mom?"
She looks at everyone in a daze and whispers out "Ana's out of danger. She'll make full recovery."
Everyone but me slumps with relief. Only I saw the anguish in my mother's eyes as she said those words.
"And the baby?" I whisper back.
That's when she starts crying. She slowly shakes her head no.
I feel my heart shatter. This is all my fault.
"That's not all…" Grace chokes out.
I look into her eyes... no! This isn't good. Whatever she's about to tell me isn't good.
"Ana was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach and that's why she miscarried. But the stab wounds also damaged her ovaries. She may never conceive again" Grace sobs out.
I feel pain. Physical pain. It's like those cigarettes burns were nothing compared to what I feel now. I lost my baby.
Unaware of my surroundings I cry the night away.
