First of all I want to apologize for my lack of posts I know it has been a while and I've been really busy but I will be posting a lot more now I am on holidays, well I will try at least. I really haven't had any ideas for this story until now. So please read and review; xxx Shar-Lyn
What do we do?
As Marissa and I sit in the waiting room and watch the TV, which has constantly been playing, I look over at Marissa to see the expression on her face. I know that she is trying to be brave but at that moment I caught her off-guard. Her face is covered in a pained expression and I don't know what to say. I want to embrace her and never let her go but I am scared that I will hurt her. Instead I reach out for her hand and she jumps at my touch.
"I'm-----I'm--I'm sorry I'm just-----"
"No-no it's okay"
I gently reach my hand over again and smile as she looks up. She goes to say something but the nurse calls her.
"Marissa, Marissa Atwood?"
We slowly make our way over to her.
"Dr. Klieff is waiting for you in exam room 4"
As I take Marissa's hand I thank the nurse. As we reach the door to the exam room she pauses.
"Do you want me to go in with you?"
She looks at me very daftly
"I couldn't do it without you"
This takes me by surprise considering one would normal say this as a sweet thing, but the ways she said it was like a statement with no expression whatsoever.
"Dr. Klieff I'm Ryan Atwood, and this is my wife Marissa"
"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Atwood" he continues, "Mrs. Atwood would you please lay on the bed."
I catch Marissa's wince as she lies down.
"Mrs. Atwood may I ask what happened?"
I watch as Marissa's face turns to statue and her eyes well up with tears.
"Um, Marissa was kidnapped 3 months ago and ran away from her attacker and I found her earlier this evening"
"Oh, I am very sorry"
He continues more carefully
"Marissa, may I call you Marissa?"
She nods in response,
"I know that this is hard but I need you to answer some more questions for me"
Marissa nods again
"Did this person rape you?"
She nods and stares off into space.
"Okay, excuse me for a second"
He walks over to the phone and calls for a nurse. After sitting back down a nurse walks in.
"Can you please bring a rape kit?"
Before the nurse leaves I state-
"Dr. we already know who did this the police have already found him and he has been put away for a very long time."
I continue quieter
"Do we really need to do a rape kit?"
The doctor shakes his head no
"I'll just do an exam to see the damage."
The nurse leaves.
After spending hours running test; doing x-rays and MRI's the doctor sit us down.
"As a result of our test it is clear that Marissa has several broken ribs, a broken cheek bone, bones broken in her left hand, severe bruising all over and a slight concussion, which will defiantly need to be kept an eye on."
"So what about the baby?"
Marissa looks up at me stunned; and looks down as tears stream down her cheeks.
"Before Marissa was taken she was pregnant."
"I'm sorry Mr. Atwood we won't have the results back from that test for a few more hours the clinic is really busy at the moment, I can call you when we have the results?"
I sigh and look down and reach across to Marissa as I touch her hand she jumps again. We sit in silence for a few seconds.
"Or, I could do and ultrasound now if you want?"
Marissa looks up
"Yes please"
"Okay can you lie back on the bed and I'll go get the machine"
As the doctor leaves the room I help Marissa lie down on the bed but she still winces. Everything goes silent. The doctor walks back in with the machine. Marissa lifts her shirt and the doctor squeezes the gel onto her bruised and swollen stomach. As he turns the machine on and starts to move the paddle on her stomach she grits her teeth.
"I know it hurts a little but we're almost done"
The doctor pauses and stares at the monitor, he goes back over the one section just below her belly button. Marissa asks tentatively,
"What is it?"
"Well you are actually pregnant"
I watch as Marissa's face lights up. I continue to watch the doctor as he questions,
"How long ago did you say that you were taken?"
I answer
"It would have been 2 and ½ months tomorrow, why?"
"Well this baby is only at the most 3 weeks old"
Marissa face falls and she whispers,
"You mean the baby is Oliver's?"
R&R xxx Shar-Lyn
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