Mark ran along the hall.
"Susan Lewis?" he asked of the clerk
"I'm sorry, it's not visiting hours." They replied automatically.
"I'm a doctor." He gripped the edge of the desk insistently.
"Oh, sorry sir. She's in 43b."
"Thanks." He ran down the hall, checking numbers on doors as he passed. 43b. He stopped outside, preparing himself for… no, he wasn't prepared for the worst. He knocked and let himself in.
Susan's emotionless pale face stopped him in his tracks. He let the door close behind him. He approached her slowly, searching her face for clues. She dropped her eyes.
"No." Mark shook his head.
Susan looked up at him terrified.
He reached out to touch her stomach and swallowed. "What happened?"
She didn't say anything.
"Susan please, tell me what happened." He begged, taking her hand in both of his, desperate to hear her voice – to see some sign of life.
"I thought it was nothing – false labour." She choked.
"So what happened? You went into labour?" he spoke quickly as though he could save something.
"Baby's gone Mark." Her eyes drooped half shut.
She didn't know what to feel – she felt nothing. She was just so tired. She watched the tears roll down his face, wishing she wanted to cry, wishing she felt something. Mark pulled the chair close to the bed, resting his head on the side of the bed, holding her hand close to his face as he cried till he slept.
"Susan Lewis?" he asked of the clerk
"I'm sorry, it's not visiting hours." They replied automatically.
"I'm a doctor." He gripped the edge of the desk insistently.
"Oh, sorry sir. She's in 43b."
"Thanks." He ran down the hall, checking numbers on doors as he passed. 43b. He stopped outside, preparing himself for… no, he wasn't prepared for the worst. He knocked and let himself in.
Susan's emotionless pale face stopped him in his tracks. He let the door close behind him. He approached her slowly, searching her face for clues. She dropped her eyes.
"No." Mark shook his head.
Susan looked up at him terrified.
He reached out to touch her stomach and swallowed. "What happened?"
She didn't say anything.
"Susan please, tell me what happened." He begged, taking her hand in both of his, desperate to hear her voice – to see some sign of life.
"I thought it was nothing – false labour." She choked.
"So what happened? You went into labour?" he spoke quickly as though he could save something.
"Baby's gone Mark." Her eyes drooped half shut.
She didn't know what to feel – she felt nothing. She was just so tired. She watched the tears roll down his face, wishing she wanted to cry, wishing she felt something. Mark pulled the chair close to the bed, resting his head on the side of the bed, holding her hand close to his face as he cried till he slept.