A/N: I'm on a roll. C:
And we're getting close to where the story picks up. I'd say about a two more chapters, so bear with me you guys. c:
He's pacing in the hallway outside of her hospital room because he refuses to stay in the waiting room, having to know after the nurse about her. Hospitals make him edgier than most because he hates the professional and sterile environment. The walls are too white for his dark thoughts and his converse make too much noise on the silent white tile floor. His green mohawk and dark clothes make a great contrast compared to the white shades of the hospital, making him stand out even more here.
A pale nurse with blue eyes comes out of the room and he runs toward her, buzzing with unanswered questions. She senses his curiosity and answers his questions before they even leave his mouth, leaving them to buzz around his mind.
"She's going into labor early and hopefully her baby will survive with how banged up her body is. I'm so sorry, but she might not survive, I'm sure her baby will, though," the nurse whispers and pats his shoulder pitifully before running back into the room to help; she's lucky she was able to sneak out and tell him with all the chaos going around in there.
Her voice echoes in his head before he numbly starts repeating his pacing routine. The shock and sadness wash over him and he just can't believe this is happening to him. She might not survive, the nurses quiet, sweet voice echoes around in his head, the words playing over and over in his head almost like the chorus to a crappy radio song. He begins to pace even faster, becoming agitated with the amount of time he's been waiting.
It's about five and the sun's becoming to make the white walls off white with the way it's shining on them. He's dozing off on the tile floor, his head lolling down on his shoulder, with his back slouching on the uncomfortable wall. The same tiny nurse with mousy brown hair comes out again and sighs before she wakes him up. He comes around quickly and looks at her with heavily lidded eyes. He opens his mouth, about to utter his question, but she beats him to the punch.
"She's doing perfectly fine. Better than we thought she would turn out and she's perfectly fit to be able to visit right now," she says in her sweet voice and smiles at him, hoping he doesn't ask. She knows he will, though.
"And the baby?" His voice is rough from lack of use and she pretends like she doesn't understand to buy more time. He repeats his question slower and in a clearer voice.
"I'm so sorry. The umbilical chord was wrapped around her neck and we tried to save her, but we couldn't in time. I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmurs and her cerulean eyes are glossy with unshed tears as she lowers her head.
"D-Does she know?" he asks in a thick voice, holding back tears. Her answer echoes around in his head, blocking almost everything out, but he has to ask her that question before he completely succumbs to his misery.
"No, she was unconscious when she gave birth. Would you like to tell her? Or would you like a doctor to tell her?" her voice becomes stronger, but she's still gentle breaking the news to him, his head now bowed in sadness. His green mohawk is the only thing that shows on his head.
"I'll tell her," he whispers and she knows she is dismissed and quickly leaves, her shoes silent against the tiled floor, she herself disappearing into the numerous hallways of the hospital.
He goes into the room and waits.
She wake up and she's confused.
Wasn't she just in the car with Duncan, laughing about something or someone while turning into her school? What is she doing in a hospital bed? Why does the hurt so much? How is her stomach flat? Where's Duncan?
Her last question is answered when she see's an ivory hand covering her own darkly bruised one. She decides to tighten her hand around his to see if that would wake him up.
He instantly opens his eyes, and looks at her, his eyes red and irritated from lack of sleep. He glances down and looks at the nonexistent pattern in the tiled hospital floor. She looks at him curiously and he seems to find the floor interesting, his mohawk making a contrast against the closed drapes of the hospital room.
"Duncan? What happened?" She asks, her voice gruff from the amount of time spent from not using it. She's confused. Didn't she just use it?
He continues his examination of the apparently very interesting floor.
"Duncan?" She says sharply, her voice becoming louder and stronger.
His head snaps up and she looks in his eyes, her obsidian meeting his teal ones. She's confused when she only finds emptiness there.
"What happened?" Her voice wavers, but she makes it stronger by sheer determination.
"She's gone, Gwen," he says thickly before bowing his head down, and she swears she saw a tear drop onto his black pants.
"Who is?" she's confused and she's praying that she's heard him wrong, or that someone else is gone.
"Michelle. She's fucking gone, Gwen," he whispers, his voice breaking on her name, praying that she won't make it any worse with her reaction.
"W-What?" Her heart skips a beat and she swears he said her child's name. That couldn't be right, though. That only happens in sad movies, distant people, not in her own life.
"You heard me. She—Michelle's gone. Don't make me repeat it again," he says, looking up at her with glossy beryl eyes, his voice barely managing to get the words out with his throat clogged up with unshed tears.
"N-No. Don't fucking lie to me, Duncan. This isn't a joke. Where the fuck is she?" She screams the last sentence, her voice rough and echoing around the small, white room, and he's looking down again at the fascinating floor.
"Please, Gwen. Someone crashed into your side. You're badly injured so don't yell. M-Michelle's umbilical chord was around her n-neck. She was dead before she even came o-ou..." he trails off and takes a deep breath to keep himself from shedding tears, with her heart crushing before his words.
"Oh my God," she says and liquid diamonds fall down her cheeks, dropping onto the white pillow beneath her.
They both cry for her.
A/N: Reviews put my lady wood on hard. ;)