It was the middle of the night when I woke up suddenly. As I turned on my ride side, I felt something warm and wet underneath me. I jerked upwards and immediately began to panic. I picked up the sheet to look, and I saw red and lots of it. Tears began to form in my eyes as I realized that I was losing the baby. There was a pain in my abdomen unlike I had ever experienced before, and I was feeling lightheaded. I tried getting up to go to the bathroom, but the pain was unbearable. I just hoped there was still a way to save the baby.
I needed to go get Eddie immediately, and I needed him to take me to the hospital. However, I was afraid to move too much, and I was in complete agony when I did so. I tried calling Eddie's cell phone, but he must have had it on silent or he slept right through it. Next, I tried calling Arabella; there was still no answer from her. In desperation and for the sake of my child's life, I tried calling Rosalind. Surprisingly, she answered.
"Paige, do you have any idea what time it is!?" She snapped.
"Rosalind, can you please get Edvard and tell him that I need him immediately?" I asked desperate, trying to keep from crying out in pain.
"You can go get him yourself," she said angrily. "How dare you wake-"
"I can't move without being in agony, Rosalind. I need Eddie to take me to the hospital," I said crying silently to myself, but this time it was for our child.
"What do you mean you can't move?" She asked as though she didn't believe me.
I sighed.
"I'm pregnant, and I'm losing the baby. There is something seriously wrong. Please, help me and get Edvard," I pleaded.
"I'm walking to go wake him up now," she said quietly before hanging up.
A few moments later Eddie came running to my room.
"Paige, what's wrong?" he asked alarmed, coming to my side.
"I'm losing the baby," I said quietly.
I watched as the color drained from his face, and he came over to try to comfort me.
"Let's go to the hospital," he said gently patting my back. "Don't lose all hope yet. Do you want me to drive your or should I call an ambulance? Can you get up at all?
"Barely," I said trying to get up but I winced in pain. What was happening?
"Bring her some sweatpants, new underwear, a sanitary napkin, and a comfortable top," Rosalind said just walking into my room. "We can help her get dressed, and we need to call for an ambulance."
I looked up, surprised that Rosalind, in her way, was trying to help.
"Do I have to go in an ambulance?' I asked.
"Yes," both Eddie and Rosalind said sternly.
"You could be hemorrhaging, Paige. You need medical attention immediately," she said dialing the emergency number on her phone.
"Yes, hello..." I heard her say as Eddie took me into the bathroom and helped me change and get ready. He even threw a few clothes into a bag for me since I was guess he was assuming that I would have to spend a night or two at the hospital.
"The publicity is going to be insane," Rosalind said once she put her cell phone in the pocket of her bathrobe. "We need a plan. Soren is arranging security at the hospital for you and Paige. She'll have a guard on her floor at all times. We need to decide on what to tell the press. If we keep it quiet, they are going to have field day with this. Paige will be in the hospital for every possible reason, and they will find "proof" to back up their reasons.
"Dehydration?" Eddie proposed.
"Your fiancé was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night for dehydration?" Rosalind asked, raising an eyebrow to show her disapproval.
"Well, mother, you are quite the planner and plotter. Why don't you come up with something?" Eddie asked sarcastically.
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" Rosalind asked, trying to pretend to be innocent.
"Paige and I talked to King Albert this evening. We know everything that you and Kirsten were behind everything," Eddie sternly, which showed his disapproval.
"Edvard-" Rosalind started to say.
"We'll discuss this later, mother," Eddie said helping me over to the bed.
"So, what should we tell people before a million rumors begin to circulate?" Rosalind asked, changing the subject slightly.
"Food poisoning," I suggested.
"That might work..." Rosalind said, thinking." And if they press for details, the statement will say that you couldn't stop vomiting. We feared there was something seriously wrong, so we decided to take you to the hospital."
"Even though she was fine at the ball tonight?" Eddie asked.
"I got sick in the bathroom. Arabella saw me," I said.
"I think we have our story," Rosalind said, nodding to show her approval.
The room suddenly began spinning, and I don't remember what happened next. I just remember waking up in the ER room with Eddie sitting down in a chair right by my side. His head were in his hands, and he seemed upset.
"Oh thank goodness, you're awake," Eddie said moving his chair closer to me and took my hand and kissed it.
"What happened?" I asked disillusioned. I couldn't really remember what happened or why I was here.
"You lost too much blood, and you passed out," Eddie explained." The nurse should be coming back sometime soon. They were able to give you something to help stop the bleeding, and they want to do an exam and an ultra sound..." Eddie said trailing off.
"I'm pretty sure I've lost the baby by now..." I said and then trailed off. I wanted to cry. I would never see our child. If I had gone for medical attention earlier, would I have been able to save it? Was this my fault?
"It's not that Paige. There is a possibility that there could have been a false positive test, which would mean there would be a more serious medical condition such as an ovarian cyst, which they could easily treat, or cancer. Also, there is a possibility that you have an ectopic pregnancy, where the baby attaches to your fallopian tube instead of your uterus. They said it can cause extreme nausea, pain, dizziness, and gives you all the symptoms of a regular pregnancy," Eddie explained.
"I missed all this? How long was I out?" I asked.
"You've been out for a little over an hour," he explained. "Although, you woke up when we came to the hospital, but you were in so much pain that they gave you something to help ease it and something to stop the bleeding. They also drew some blood to run some tests with to rule out a few other possibilities. They didn't tell me what though."
We were quiet for a few moments. I didn't know what to say, and I know that Eddie was worried over the possibility that I could have cancer. The thought scared me too.
"I'm sure they'll keep you for at least another day and move you to a private room. And when they do, we need to call your parents and let me know what is going on," Eddie said quietly.
"I know. I've been putting off that phone call, and I'm sorry about that," I replied.
"I'll call them and tell them. Soren offered, but I knew that this needed to come from us. I just hope your father doesn't answer the phone. He's going to kill me regardless," Eddie said trying to make a joke, but we both knew that my dad would be angry and disappointed if it turned out that I am/was pregnant since he was very traditional. Regardless, he would be disappointed that I thought that I was pregnant, even if it turned out that I wasn't, which I doubted.
"Knock knock!" A nurse said outside the curtain that was separating me from every other ER patient in the hospital tonight.
"Come in," Eddie said.
I saw a chipper nurse come open the curtain and then close it behind her. I wasn't sure if she was always in such a good mood or if it was because she was assigned to the King of Denmark's finance, and Eddie was also in the room.
"You're awake! This is good news!" She said writing down notes on her clipboard. "When did she wake up?" She asked Eddie.
"About fifteen minutes ago or so," he replied.
"Do you remember what happened?" She asked me, sitting down. She had to get all of the information from me, which would then be given over to the doctor.
"Not really..." I said.
"Can you tell me what you do remember?" She asked.
"I remember waking up in a lot of pain, Eddie came to help me, his mother called for medical help, and that's really it," I said.
"Is that when she blacked out?" The nurse asked Eddie.
"Yes, I was helping her over to her bed, she sat down, and then she was unconscious but breathing."
"Do you remember waking up when you first came into the hospital?" She asked me.
"No," I said shaking my head.
"Are you in pain now?" She asked me.
"I'm in some pain, but it isn't too bad," I replied. "I'm really nauseous though."
"The doctor may want to put you on some anti-nausea medication. I'll make a quick note," she said scribbling away. "So," she said getting serious. "We are running a few tests with your blood work, and the first one we ran was to confirm if you are pregnant. The pregnancy hormone of hCG was very high, so we do believe that you are or were pregnant. We're also running a complete blood count to see if there is a possibility that it could be a certain type of cancer, which could cause the pregnancy hormone. We should be getting those results back soon. If they come back negative, the doctor has already ordered an internal transvaginal scan, which is basically an ultrasound, but it will clearly show your fallopian tubes to see if you have an ectopic pregnancy. You're also dehydrated, so once we move you into a room, the doctor wants to hook you up to an IV of water. But the doctor will be coming in to talk to you both shortly."
She wrote down a few more notes and then got up and left.
"Are you nervous?" Eddie asked me.
"Very," I replied. "I'm so afraid that it's cancer."
"Even if it is, Paige, we'll get through this," Eddie said reassuringly and took my hand and squeezed it.
"Being strong, and loving and supporting each other won't cure me if it is," I said quietly.
"We have to be positive," he said.
I nodded to show that I understood, but I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. Why was this happening to me? At 23 years old, could I really be dying from cancer? I close my eyes to rest, desperately trying to forget that I was in the hospital anxiously awaiting the results of a blood test.