Hey I got some reviews off CandyMater, and as they've disabled the PM I'm going to reply like this ;). To the incident with the 'I's instead of 'Pete's, sorry about that. It's the first time anyone's ever pointed it out, and I don't have a beta reader :/ The only other thing was that with the 'apologise', I'm British, so we spell it like that instead of with a z I still appreciate the correction, though. R&R, as always xxxxxx
I only own the plot
Myka and Pete had never had a fight as bad as this one. They didn't speak for three days, and when they did, it was with a cold attitude. Slowly, they got closer together again, but it wasn't like it was. Six months like this passed.
The next day, Myka wasn't at breakfast. Or lunch. At dinner, Pete felt guilty and decided to make amends by going upstairs to see her. However, when he got to her room, there was a note from her. Pete read:
Pete, or whoever reads this:
I've gone for a walk to go over some things in my head. I don't know when I'll be back, but probably before three pm. If this isn't Pete, please pass this on, and if it is Pete, WE WILL TALK WHEN I GET BACK.
Myka x
Pete put the piece of paper down, and stared hard at it. After reading it over a couple more times, he jolted and looked at the clock. It was 5:15pm.
"The note said three," Pete murmured to himself, "and it's not like Myka to get lost." He blinked, then shot up and raced down the stairs, grabbing a coat as he went.
"Pete, dude, where's the fire?" Claudia appeared in front of him.
"I've got to go, Claud. Cover for me?"
"'Kay." The tech shrugged, and wandered off. Pete chuckled darkly at how easily she took that. He bolted out of the door, and relaxed a little when he saw that the car was still there. Thinking she could have gone any distance by now, he set off at a sprint.
"MYKA!" He yelled as soon as he was out of earshot.
"MYKA!" Again, there was no reply. The sky was dark, and rain began to beat down heavily on him.
"Myka, I'm sorry!" He called, "I shouldn't have said those things! We can bring a kid up! I love you!"
The only answer he got was a hedgehog rustling around in the bushes.
"You alone, too, little guy?" Pete asked him. The hedgehog lifted its head and looked at him with beady, black eyes. Realizing he was standing still, Pete took off running again.
"MYKA!"
"Pete!" The reply was so faint he wouldn't have heard it, had he not been listening for it. He spun to face the sound.
"Keep shouting, Mykes, I'll find you!"
"I'm over here, Pete! Near the tree!"
"What tree? We're in a freaking forest!"
"Calm down! An oak tree!"
"The ones with the funny leaves!"
"Whatever, Pete, yes!"
"Acorns?"
"Hurry up!"
Pete knew what an oak tree was, but wanted Myka to keep shouting. Her voice was getting hoarse, and Pete strained to hear it.
"I think I see the tree, Mykes!" He yelled. "Where are you?" A movement further on caught his attention. A figure was standing alone, and didn't look well. They were swaying, and stumbling, and, as Pete looked on, they fell.
"MYKA?" He shouted, fearful. When there was no reply, he bolted towards the figure. It was Myka, and at first, Pete feared the worst. The rain was turning black as it hit her, and a pool of equally dark liquid was forming around her still body. With a jolt, Pete realised that it wasn't black. It was red. A deep crimson patch of blood. He yelled; a loud, throaty, growl-like noise that came from the back of his throat.
However, Myka stirred, and groaned.
"Pete?" she asked.
"I'm here, Mykes, I'm here," Pete knelt down quickly and took his jacket off, wrapping it around her body.
"Who did this to you?"
"Nobody," Myka whispered, "it just happened." Suddenly, her eyes widened and she gasped, "The baby!"
Pete could feel his own heart hammering in his chest, but was determined to keep calm.
"What hurts?" He asked.
"Everything," Myka groaned.
"Come on, Myka, be more specific," he urged her.
"I'm not sure, Pete, it's all..." her voice trailed off as her eyes closed. Then she screamed.
Now Pete was panicking. His girlfriend was bleeding and in obvious agony in his arms, it was dark, and it was raining. He hadn't thought to take his phone, so he couldn't call emergency services.
"Damn!" He screamed at the air. He groaned, and put his hands on his head, turning around in a circle.
Eventually, it seemed that the only option was to carry Myka back to the B&B, where she'd get a bed and he could get to a phone. He gently scooped the panting Myka up in his arms and - albeit slowly - travelled back to Leena's. He nearly fell twice on the way, and nearly dropped Myka countless times due to the blood still gushing from her. Pete reckoned she'd lost at least two pints while he'd been with her, and God knows how much before that. He'd heard somewhere (probably from Myka) that a person can lose three litres prior to losing consciousness, and much more after that is fatal. This meant she'd lost about just under one litre, (a litre of water equals a pint and three quarter) so, for the moment, she wasn't in serious, immediate danger. That question sounded stupid even to Pete; of course she was in danger! He sped up his pace a fraction, and before long could see Leena's roof. Slipping and sliding on the wet mud, he made it to the porch and burst open the door.
"Artie? Leena? Claud!" He yelled into the empty hallway. The latter of the three names appeared and, after taking in Pete's sodden figure holding Myka's bloody, equally as wet figure, promptly whispered 'oh, God,' and called out to Artie.
"Artie! There are a LOT better times than this to be late!"
"Really, Claudia, I can't imagine what's so important-" Artie cut himself off as he took in Myka. His eyes widened for a brief moment, and then he composed himself. "Pete, put Myka down on the sofa. Claudia, call an ambulance. Either I or Leena - most likely it will be Leena - will check over Myka and see if we can pinpoint exactly what the matter is, and whether or not the baby may be in any danger."
Pete stared at Artie in amazement. The older man hadn't said anything about the baby since Myka had told them all, but now he was acting like it was the most precious thing in the world (which it was, to Pete). Before he could distract himself too much, however, Pete shook his head and placed Myka where he'd been told to. He gently swept the curls from her hot forehead and placed his lips on it. Leena was beside him in a few seconds, and firmly but carefully prised him away from his love. T was then that Pete realised he was crying.
"Pete, go and calm down-" Leena started, but Pete cut across her.
"I'm helping," he almost growled. Nodding, Leena said nothing and began to look over Myka.
"It's the baby," Leena suddenly said, standing up straight again.
"What, its coming?"
"No, Pete. It's dying."
Pete let out a noise that sounded like he was being strangled, and then he dashed off to find Claudia.
"How long is the ambulance going to be?" He almost screamed in her face
"Two minutes. It's only up the road," Claudia couldn't look him in the eye.
Panting, Pete ran back to Myka. She didn't look any better, but at least she didn't look any worse.
"How do you know it's dying?" He asked Leena quietly, wanting at least a shred of hope.
"It's aura, Pete. It's fading."
"You can see the baby's aura?"
"I didn't know what it was at first, but after Myka told me I knew."
"Leena, can… Can they be wrong?"
Leena didn't have to ask to know what he meant. "Not often."
"But there's a chance?" Pete was desperate.
"Yes, Pete, there's a chance. A small chance, but a chance."
Pete looked back at Myka. She was breathing heavily, and undoubtedly had a fever. Pete didn't want to look at the blood.
"I won't give up on you," he said to her, "I will give up my life before you have to let go of yours."