Joeys Voice
I turned my head to see Pacey walking in the room. The pain medication they had given me was working wonders but something didn't feel right. Tears filled my eyes. Looking at him, the way he was looking at me I knew. "I lost it didn't I?" I managed to choke out.
"You did honey. I am so sorry." Pacey took my hand into his and held it to his face. Kissing my hand he then ran it down his cheek. His skin still felt the same.
I lost my baby. The baby that I would have loved more than anything I had ever loved before. I wanted it so much when I found out I was having it. I hadn't told Frank. I only found out myself and was planning on telling him tonight but that never happened. Now it's gone.
"Do you want me to call Bessie?" He asked so sincerely. I shook my head. Bessie was the last person I wanted to see. She would just tell me that it was all my fault and I should never have been with him in the first place. She met him when she was down in New York a month or so ago. She didn't like him then and certainly wouldn't like him now. "Jo, someone has to look after you. The doc says you have to stay for a few days, just observation. After that you are coming back to Boston with me."
"Pace." My throat felt so raw. It was so hard to talk. I shook my head. I knew why he was doing this but I had to be strong. Just as I had been for all these years. I don't need anyone I told myself over and over. Mom always told me when I was little that I was the strong one in the family. It was true to a certain extent. I was the one who held it all together when Bodie left Bessie. I was the one who had been there for everyone when Jen died. Jen, my friend. She died two years ago and it was still hard. She had a little girl, Amy, who was the most adorable child in the world. You never know if it had been a little girl I had, they might have been friends.
"Jo, I'm not talking no for an answer. I'm going to go back to your apartment and pack some stuff for you. I'll clean it up and stay until you are ready to leave the hospital. Then it's back to Boston. I do have a restaurant to run." That made me laugh. Pacey, the class clown was now the most successful one out of us all. He owned two restaurants that were highly successful. "Is there anyone I should call for you?" Again I shook my head. There wasn't anyone. The only person in my life that I thought cared did this to me. There was no way I wanted him here. I reached my hand out to Pacey. "Just you." I managed to speak.
He leaned across and kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in the brightly lit room. I now realise what people mean when they say they hate hospitals.
I turned my head to see Pacey walking in the room. The pain medication they had given me was working wonders but something didn't feel right. Tears filled my eyes. Looking at him, the way he was looking at me I knew. "I lost it didn't I?" I managed to choke out.
"You did honey. I am so sorry." Pacey took my hand into his and held it to his face. Kissing my hand he then ran it down his cheek. His skin still felt the same.
I lost my baby. The baby that I would have loved more than anything I had ever loved before. I wanted it so much when I found out I was having it. I hadn't told Frank. I only found out myself and was planning on telling him tonight but that never happened. Now it's gone.
"Do you want me to call Bessie?" He asked so sincerely. I shook my head. Bessie was the last person I wanted to see. She would just tell me that it was all my fault and I should never have been with him in the first place. She met him when she was down in New York a month or so ago. She didn't like him then and certainly wouldn't like him now. "Jo, someone has to look after you. The doc says you have to stay for a few days, just observation. After that you are coming back to Boston with me."
"Pace." My throat felt so raw. It was so hard to talk. I shook my head. I knew why he was doing this but I had to be strong. Just as I had been for all these years. I don't need anyone I told myself over and over. Mom always told me when I was little that I was the strong one in the family. It was true to a certain extent. I was the one who held it all together when Bodie left Bessie. I was the one who had been there for everyone when Jen died. Jen, my friend. She died two years ago and it was still hard. She had a little girl, Amy, who was the most adorable child in the world. You never know if it had been a little girl I had, they might have been friends.
"Jo, I'm not talking no for an answer. I'm going to go back to your apartment and pack some stuff for you. I'll clean it up and stay until you are ready to leave the hospital. Then it's back to Boston. I do have a restaurant to run." That made me laugh. Pacey, the class clown was now the most successful one out of us all. He owned two restaurants that were highly successful. "Is there anyone I should call for you?" Again I shook my head. There wasn't anyone. The only person in my life that I thought cared did this to me. There was no way I wanted him here. I reached my hand out to Pacey. "Just you." I managed to speak.
He leaned across and kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in the brightly lit room. I now realise what people mean when they say they hate hospitals.