This was written on following request from an user on tumblr:

Is it possible to do a bit of an angsty scenario (or headcanons if it's a bit easier, either way is fine I don't mind) where his s/o finds out she had a miscarriage and doesn't know how to tell him about it and ends up having a meltdown about it. I'm sorry if this breaks any of the rules or if I'm asking too much of you. If I am doing either of those things or you aren't comfortable with this please feel free to disregard. I really don't want to be of any trouble.

The only thing she could do was to read the paper over and over.

Sure, the doctors had told her what happened and how there was nothing they could have done to save anything and anyone, but even after reading the written report, again and again, she found herself in a state of disbelieve.

Maybe it was denial, the first stage of grief, maybe it was anger that went through her body. But no matter what it was, the coldness and sudden emptiness that she felt was way more present than anything else. How was she supposed to tell her friends, family? How should she tell Shouta and how could she tell herself that there was no baby-bundle, nothing to feed and care for, in fact, nothing at all anymore.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, her feeling of time completely lost in the sadness that rushed through her brain and out with the tears. If not for the tumult outside she might have never come back to the reality around her. But she could hear him, his worried voice and her only ray of sunshine.

Even if right now he was probably more like her doom.

It was hard, comprehending the doctor's words. Generally, these words seemed wrong and fake and Shouta honestly couldn't really believe them. If he hadn't been out on patrol when his wife had to go to the hospital. If only he had been there when she fell down the stairs and had been able to help her than he wouldn't need to hear this hard-to-understand words now.

From the window in the door, he only saw darkness and gloom hang in the room. The window barely illuminated his s/o's silhouette. That hunched over, broken form of loss. He couldn't help but simply leave the doctors behind in the hallway, approaching the door that stood between him and his better half, pushing it out of the way without much strength needed.

„(Name)…" he called out to her, and he could only see the slight flinch that went through her body. „(Name), what happened?" he asked, approaching her carefully with an outreached arm. However, when he was close enough to touch her, she turned away from him, unable to appreciate his closeness in these times. „I don't know," she whispered, her voice cracking under the pressure of her sore throat.

Up until the point of talking she hadn't noticed how badly her body hurt. Not only her mind burned, but every other inch also cried out in pain from the fall. There was nothing he could do, but run his hand along her arm, his s/o flinching multiply times when he bumped against a bruised area.

„It's gone," she sniffled, her eyes filling with hot, burning tears. „One second it was still here. Now it's gone," she croaked, hiding her face in the welled up paper in her hands. Her final words hit him hard, before she collapsed into herself, her desperate cries echoing throughout the room.

„I won't even know what I lost," she had said.

And by now, even he had to realize that in fact, he wouldn't ever know either.