Chapter 13
"What the hell do you mean?!" I roared.
"Kanda, the little one is dead and it probably has been for a week or so. This is called a miscarriage and it's common for young mothers to have. My advice is to give the body a few months, six to be safe, and let it clean itself up. Then try again, okay?" Komui instructed.
I nodded and looked over at Allen, she was still as a statue. "Allen are you alright?"
She looked away from me and nodded.
Komui disappeared and returned with an orange bottle. He handed it to me. "This is for depression and it will help clear up her reproductive system. Make sure she takes them, but they may make her drowsy."
I nodded.
"I will leave you two alone." He said and walked out.
I walked over and gently held her hand. "Let's get you to our room, okay?"
She nodded, sniffling.
I gently picked her up.
She buried her face into my shirt; I could feel her warm tears drenching my shirt.
I carried her back to our room and laid her down on our bed. I gently wiped some tears from her face. "Allen, this is not your fault."
She almost chocked on her tears. "Yes it is. This is all my fault."
I hugged her, letting her cry. "You heard Komui right? Let's give it six months and we can try again."
She shook her head. "I don't want to try again. I don't want another to suffer."
"Allen…"
"I don't want another baby to die." She cried.
"Oh, Allen." I gently stroked her head, holding her. I dug in my pocket and pulled out the pills Komui gave me. "Can you take this?" I asked, handing her a pill.
She nodded and dry swallowed it.
I kissed her forehead. "That's my girl." I held her until her sobbing started to die, soon it was little hiccups with tears. I shook my head and laid her down. She must have loved it deeply to have fallen asleep crying.