Nobody's P.O.V.
"MILEY, WAIT!" Demi yelled, running down the stairs and Miley turned as she went to exit the apartment building, going to scream at Demi about how she never wanted to hear her voice again when she suddenly cut herself short. Demi was running too fast to try and catch up with Miley, she tripped and Miley let out a scream as Demi just fell down the stairs, rolling down a few steps before hitting her head on the banister before just falling down the rest of the stairs. She landed on a heap at the bottom of the stairs at an awkward angle. Her stomach and legs were sideways, but her head was like she was staring up at the ceiling, only her eyes were closed in her unconscious state and she had blood slowly trickling down the left side of her face. Her arms were over her head, bruised from Miley's hits before and from the fall.
"Demi..." Liam said breathlessly, his eyes locked on his best friend. He raised his voice slightly, in case she couldn't hear him. Demi didn't even react. The only movement she was making now was the slow rise and fall of her chest as she took a breath through her nose and let it out.
"Liam, we gotta get her to the hospital!" Miley urged, starting to pull at Liam's arm. She couldn't even look at Demi anymore, not because she was mad, but because she was ashamed. All of this was her fault. Demi and Jayden's lives are on the line and it's all her fault. She may have just killed her son. The child she's wanted for over two years and that Demi, from the kindness of her damn heart and after everything Miley put her through when they were younger, offered to carry the baby for her. Miley's anger just melted away as she thought more about it. It wasn't Demi's fault for loving Jayden like he was her own, at least she admitted it. And she didn't blame Liam for asking Demi out. She thought he was dating her for years until Liam asked Miley out. It just turned out that they were close and that him kissing her cheek meant nothing more than a brother-sister bond. Demi said no to Liam and that was years ago.
"Who are you more worried about? Demi or the baby?" Liam growled, ripping his arm free of Miley's grip and he threw himself onto the stone steps beside Demi and pulled off his shirt, balling it up and using it to wipe away the blood. His eyes widened when he saw the deep-looking cut on Demi's hairline, which was where all the blood was coming from. Where she hit her head on the banister.
"Liam, you can't seriously think I'm not worried about Demi?!"
"SHE'S HAD MORNING SICKNESS THIS ENTIRE PREGNANCY, SHE NEARLY PASSED OUT BECAUSE OF IT LAST WEEK AND ALL YOU ASKED HER WAS IF SHE FELT JAYDEN MOVE!" Liam yelled, finally having enough of Miley's constant nagging and demands of Demi.
"I didn't even know how she was feeling then, Liam! I just got home from work and you were helping her sit on the couch! Can we please not argue for once and get Demi to the hospital before we lose them both?!" Miley begged, tears in her eyes as she still tried to keep her gaze away from Demi but it was getting increasingly difficult when she saw the bloody t-shirt in Liam's hands. Without a moment of hesitation, Liam scooped Demi up into his arms as she stayed unconscious and he carried her to the car as Miley held the back door open. Miley got in the back with her, holding Liam's shirt against Demi's bleeding head and he looked down at her for the first time as Liam started to speed towards the hospital. Demi's skin was paling and even though she was unconscious, it was like her whole face was tattooed with pain. So what if Demi loved Jayden like her own son? She would slowly get over it and learn to accept that the baby was just her Godson and not her actual son. Miley leaned over Demi's body, crying huge sobs as she held her best friend close to her.
"I'm sorry, Demi." Miley whispered, her voice raspy because of her constant tears. "I'm so sorry." She repeated, her voice shaky and hysterical as she stayed leaning over Demi.