Chapter Twenty One

"Calm down." Dougie hissed seeing me panic. My breathing increasing rapidly, my heart pounding faster.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked. This may have been the fourth time of me asking the same question. Why couldn't he answer me?!

"I don't fcking know!" He yelled. I let out a small whimper and looked to my lap. I felt a hand clasp around one of my own. "Sorry." He spoke softly. I nodded, my eyes feeling heavier.

Sleep would be good around about now.

I'm knackered.

"Stay awake!" Dougie scorned, slapping me across the face.

How bloody rude!

I'm trying to nap!

"Go away!" I murmured.

"Don't sleep!" He exclaimed. "You've lost too much blood."

"Like you'd care anyway." I muttered, hardly having the strength to even glance up at him.

"Thats not true." He stated.

"But I'm a fridge freezer... I'm not worth the wait. I'm not worth the hassle.." I mumbled, finally slipping in to an unconscious state.

Tonight was definitely not going how I had planned.

It was all his fault.

Probably more than I realised at the time.

"How long till Harry and Beth get here?" Tom asked.

"Few hours." Dougie replied quietly.

"Is Gabrielle going to visit?" Danny piped up.

"What are we going to tell them?" Tom continued, ignoring Danny's question.

"I don't know. Listen, Tom, I don't think... I think I'm going to head home. I'm no good with this kind of thing." Dougie said. Tom nodded and watched Dougie leave.

My eyes followed Dougie as he walked out of view. The guys may have been having a conversation outside my hospital room, it didn't mean I'd be totally oblivious to what they were talking about, especially seen as the walls here were like paper.

They hadn't even come in to me yet. The doctor visited them but not me. You'd have thought it would have been the opposite way around. It looked like it was bad news. Well, it had to be really... I'd almost died. I'd been in surgery for two hours. What could be right?

"Brenna?" Tom popped his head around the door. I hadn't noticed that Danny was no where in site. I frowned slightly. "He went to fetch Gabrielle." Tom answered my question before I'd asked.

"Is it bad?" I whispered.

"Well, you're better now..." Tom tried to smile. "But Harry and Beth are going to want an explanation."

"An explanation for what?" I asked puzzled.

Now what was he talking about?

I'm not a freaking mind reader!

"You have no idea? At all?" He questioned. I shook my head.

Silence.

More silence.

"Tom? What should I know that I don't?" I felt a lump forming in my throat.

Good lord, I'm dying aren't I?

"You had a miscarriage.."

Gen: Hopefully she'll be okay. I can't promise anything I'm afraid. LMAO how many times do you read it?
crazededgefan: I believe that's your question answered :P

Mcfan of Dougie: Yeah, it just goes to show how much Dougie hasn't really grown up, or perhaps how he still can't bring himself to say certain things.

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