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Chapter 12
After a few minutes had elapsed Molly pulls herself off the floor and stumbles towards the closed door. She manages to turn the handle before unwilling stinking back to the tile floor. Everything was spinning the light seemed to be shinning off a grayish tint; nothing was as it should be.
"Carey?" It came back in a whisper that even she could barely hear let alone anyone on the other side of the house. The strength to scream louder wasn't there; the strength to do anything was gone. It started at that point; the most serve cramps ever. Oh no no no! She thinks frantically in this situation experiencing cramps the absolutely worse thing. It meant an almost certain doom.
A sudden wave of mobility rushes over her and manages to stand again and successfully open the door. It was like almost like something unseen was pushing her to move forward, but in a gentle way. Each step seemed as if it took five minutes and the hall way would grow twenty feet in length. Why is this happening to me? Punishment for what I did or might of not done she thinks. The living room has come into view everyone is still in there, more or less where they were positioned before. None of them see or hear her standing inertly pleading for help. Then as if their thought had become interweaved within each other Carey freezes and slowly turns around.
"Molly!" He jumps up nearly knocking over his mom who was applying a band aide on him. All her pain was reflected straight from her eyes into his. Gently placing one hand on her side the other on the shoulder he begins softly hushing in her ear gently. Irene and Ned exchange their own looks at well, something was fishy about the scene being played in front of them. But now wasn't the time to ask questions on it.
"Hon, what's going on?" Irene asks, Molly is too focused on Carey and the pain to hear her though.
"It hurts, it really hurts." Only Carey heard her to everyone else it was as if she was just mouthing words.
"I know it does. Come on were going to the hospital right now." He says while guiding her towards the door, avoiding looking at his parents, knowing a simple look would give the secret up. It didn't matter that much though they would know in a matter of minutes anyways. Opening the unlock door on the passenger side Carey guides Molly to the seat, she grasps his hand, her eyes pleading for him to make it stop. All he can do is turn away and try not to cry. Once Carey has seated himself behind the wheel he speeds off not paying any attention of his parents on the driveway.
"Why is this happening?" Molly asks him fully excepting that he would actually have the answer. He hated to disappoint her, to be another thorn on the rose but he didn't have a choice.
"I don't know Molly. But everything is going to be ok, do you hear me?"
"No it's not, it's too late."
"Don't talk like that! We got to keep thinking positive, it's too soon to give up." Molly gently nods her head to make him happy, but in her heart it was of no use. Carey pulls into the emergency doors and before he's even fully stopped jumps out the door to get some help from inside. Moment's later returns being followed by a woman in a while coat pushing a wheelchair. She opens Molly's door and helps her into the chair, Carey buzzing around behind wanting to do something, to feel of some use.
Immedialy she was taken into a room where the walls were just pulled curtains, Carey was with her holding her hand. The nurse who brought the wheelchair and her in starts asking questions; name, what's wrong, when did it start, and other typical questions of an emergency. Despite the fact of being in pain she answers all of them and even gives added information. Carey is starting to get angry all there is trading information, nothing is being done. He could be losing the two most important people he ever had.
"Excuse me what where in the hell is the doctor!?" He finally shouts. The nurse turns' looking annoyed and taken back by the young mans rude behavior.
"He'll be here momentarily, don't worry."
"That's not good enough! Get him here now!"
"Excuse me young man, but I must ask you to lower you're voice or you'll be asked to leave." He opens his mouth to say more against her wishes but Molly reaches over ad takes a hold of his hand. Without any words spoken he nods and promises to behalf himself. The fabric wall is separate apart and a man in an unbuttoned white coat and a clipboard stands.
"So what seems to be the trouble here?" The nurse fills him on the information; all he does is nod and occunially say all right. Still no one had touched her yet. Just as Carey was preparing to speak up again the doctor turns back to Molly lying on the bed.
"Let's check you out and see if we can figure out what this little one is trying to do." He begins to poke around and listening through the stethoscope. Not telling them anything.
"It's of no use Doctor." Molly says her voice full of defeat.
"What? Oh no, the baby is fine." To his surprise Carey felt tears rising to the surface.
"What?" She asks in disbelief.
"Nurse bring the ultrasound over here." He calls out and seconds later the strange looking television is at his side. Applies the clear gel on Molly's stomach and starts to move the wind around. And like a magic trick it shows on the screen; their child. Still extremely small and not many human like features yet, but it was theirs and more importantly it was alive.
Carey and Molly look at each and back in utter awe, it was the first time either of them had seen it. But the pain and cramps could still be felt; Molly knew there was more to know. Carey is in heaven, he had a child, the prove was in front of his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he watches his parents and Annie walk in the giant sliding doors. Still on his cloud and not using thinking of logically mind he rushes towards them.
"Carey what's going on?" Ned asks him.
"I saw it!"
"How's Molly?" Irene questions ignoring his statement not understanding him seeing had anything to do with the situation they had seen in the living room.
"She's ok, I'm good, and the baby is wonderful! Just absolutely wonderful." He lets out a squeeze of delight while hurrying make to the room. Ned and Irene's eye grew wide with a mixture of confusion and anger. He couldn't possibly mean what it sounded like, could he?
