Tess lay on the gurney at the Women's Clinic as she looked up at the ceiling tiles over head. She lost count of the holes, but it was helping her keep her mind off what was about to happen. The smell of the antispetic was making her nauseous, in an hour it would all be over, a life would be no more.
"Yeah I know, mom, I know Elizabeth misses me but I couldn't get away. You know why I have to stay away," Nash was saying in his apartment. "Look, I'll be home to visit soon - hold on," Nash said as there was a knock on the door, it was Fred. "Busy?" Fred asked as he came in. "I'll call you later, I promise," Nash said as he ended his conversation. "What's up?" Nash asked.
"Oh nothing much, I just wanted to know when you became such a jackass?" Fred asked.
"Where did that come from?" Nash asked.
"I mean. I know you've done some rotten things, really rotten, but to do this I mean--" Fred broke off.
"What are you talking about?" Nash asked. "I'm talking about Tess," Fred said. "I don't want to talk about her, ok!" Nash said.
"Are you really ending it with her, knowing all that you know now?" Fred asked.
"Especially now," Nash said. Fred went over to Nash and without hesitation hit Nash in the jaw. "Owwwwww!" Fred said holding his fist. "That's what I'm suppossed to say, not you. Fred why did you hit me?" Nash asked rubbing his sore jaw.
"You are one sick bastard, Nash! You make her have an abortion and are acting like you don't care one bit!" Fred said.
"Fred wait, wait, what are you talking about, an abortion?" Nash asked stunned. "What kind of sick animal are you? You get her pregnant and make her take care of it on her own?" Fred said.
"Are you telling me Tess is pregnant, she is pregnant with my baby, she's pregnant with our baby?" Nash asked.
"Wait, you didn't know?" Fred asked. "How could I know?" Nash asked.
"I ran into her an hour ago, she said she came up here and she tried talking to you and that you, more or less, threw her and your child out," Fred said.
"I never saw her today. Oh my god, I have to find her before it's too late. How am I going to find her?" Nash asked as he started to get the telephone book out. "Nash wait, I know where she is," Fred said feeling guilty. "Where is she?" Nash asked.
"She's at the clinic on Mercer Street," Fred said. "Thanks, wait how do you know that?" Nash asked.
"She asked me to take her there. Nash, I'm sorry. I didn't know," Fred said. "I don't have time to argue, I have to get to her now. Fred, I need…" Nash began.
"Here," Fred said giving him his car keys as Nash left the apartment in a dead sprint. Nash got into Fred's car and sped off. He kept thinking to himself. He had to get there in time to save Tess and to save their baby. He was going to be a father. How could the best day of his life turn into the worse? What kind of person was he to make the only woman he had ever loved think she had to destroy their baby? He made quick time to get there. He jumped out of the car not bothering to lock it and ran into the clinic. He went to the desk and asked the receptionist to be taken to Tess Buchanan. "I'm sorry sir, it's against our confidentially and privacy rules. I can't let you in those locked doors," the woman said.
"But you don't understand, I'm the baby's father. I'm here to take Tess home before she makes a huge mistake," Nash begged.
"I'm sorry sir," the woman said. Nash became more and more agitated with each wasted second. It was at that moment that the locked doors opened and Nash saw his chance. He ran toward the doors as he heard, "You can't go in there. I'm calling security," the woman said.
Nash frantically searched the rooms, knowing any second he was going to be thrown off the premises, if not thrown in jail. A door opened in one of the rooms when Nash heard, "Tess I will bring your clothes and you will be free to leave when you feel comfortable. I wish you the best," a woman said.
Nash's heart sunk to the pit of his stomach. He was too late, his baby, their baby was gone. As a child, his family had been torn apart and now he alone had destroyed the only family he longed to have.