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Chapter 14
Two Thumping Heartbeats

I was 8 months… almost. Just a week away. My strength returned a few weeks ago and Chris was nearly certain that I would make it to at least 8 and half months. I began to believe it until I felt it.
A warm flow, so warm I thought it was burning my thighs as I lay in bed with Tobias holding my hand. He turned during the night, separating his body from mine but still kept a hold to me.
I didn't want to move, what if my moving hurt the babies? Instead I squeeze Tobias' hand.

"Tobias wake up!" I demand quietly, my voice pleading for him to do something since I'm too scared to. "Tobias please!"

"What?" He asks slowly, opening his eyes and seeing my tear filled ones. "Tris what's wrong?" He asks, releasing my hand and wiping my tears.

"The babies, I think they are coming. I don't know!"

"Okay, okay just calm down! We'll get you to Chris." Tobias sits up and turns on the lamp to look at me.

"Chris won't deliver the babies. I'm scared, it burns. What do I do?" I sob.

"Just relax. We can get you to the infirmary, come on I'll carry you." He urges, flipping my sheets off and tucking his arms under my legs and behind my shoulders. I'm lifted only to have Tobias make a sound that is between shock and absalout despair.

"What? What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Tris that wasn't your water." He says in a tight voice. I look to where I laid and feel my whole body go rigid. Blood drenched my sheets and when I look to my shorts they are darkened by the burning substance.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! You have to take me to Chris, maybe she can save them!" I sob loudly, shaking Tobias's arm slightly. "THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!" I scream loudly as my body trembles in his arms.

"I'll get you to Chris." He says in a monotone voice, obviously too shocked and frightened to bring anything out of his tone.

The whole way I sobbed, clinging to Tobias as the blood burnt my thighs. It was my fault, every last bit of this was my fault.

I put that alchol in my body the night the twins were conceved.

I was to drunk to ask Tobias about protection.

I got mad at him the one night he wanted to be free for a few hours.

I refused to eat for days after our fight.

I didn't give my babies what they needed because I was sad.

This is all my fault… I killed someone who wasn't even alive.

"Joshua call Chris! Tell her Tris is bleeding. get as many doctors over here! PLEASE SAVE MY BABIES!" Tobias screams to Joshua, a secretary that works the late night shifts. As if on cue he pressed a button and doctors came through the door, he dialed something on the infiramary phone and then helped with getting me ona bed.

"Okay we've got heavy blood lose, losing of consciousness, we need immediate checking over her babies, blood transfussions. Let's move people come on!" One of the doctors instruct, holding back Tobias who held to my hand for dear life. I continued to sob even when a mand in blue scrubs pulled my eyelids opened to see my eyes.

"Tris squeeze 's hand if you hear me." The same man asked and I did as commanded, squeezing the hand that has been slipped in mine.

"Okay good, let's get her into immediate surgery we must stop the bleeding."

"Where is ?" One of the doctors screams to Joshua.

"I called her, she'll be here soon." He said back as another set of doors opened and then I'm ushered into a small surgery room.

"Okay Tris I'm going to give you some pain medication something to numb your lower half but we can't put you under." said as he took my arm.

"No, it hurts. I want Tobias!" I plead, sobbing as a syringe is pushed into my left arm.

"He can't be in here right now, you're friend Chris will be here shortly to help though okay?"

"No, please I want him. I'm scared, I need Tobias." I continue to sob smoothing back my hair and saying that it will be okay. He goes to where they are preparing my blood transfusion.

"I'm here, what's the damage?" Chris says, entering swiftly with black a black doctors coat and clean gloves.

"Heavy bleeding caused from abdominal pressure, possible miscarriage, we might stil be able to save one of the babies." Chris looks to me with eyes full of sadness. Had she been here as support she would have cried with me but she has a doctor's mindset so instead she gives me a look of apology and then went straight for the ultrasound machine.

"Okay lets get the blood and IV going, Somone check if she is in early labour." Chris commanded, sitting beside me and taking my hand.

"Chris you have to save them." I choke out, her eyes welling up with tears like mine.

"I'm going to see what's going on okay?" She asks, her own voice constricted as she flips on the machine and releases my hand. She lifts my shirt to show my belly and applies the blue gel on my abdomen. I force myself to keep my eyes open despite the blood lose pushing me under.

Stay awake! I keep thinking. Your babies are dead, and it's your fault! Sleep will ease the pain. My other voice pressited. Stay awake for them. The children that you so despertaly need to hope are alive.

Just as my eyes shut Chris pressed the monitor on the gel spreading it around until the sound of two heartbeats thumped through the room.

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-Valentina