A.N – Soooo sorry about the cliffhanger, but thank you all for reviewing! I got some great ideas from some of you, and I got some people who notice the fine details of last chapter. So in conclusion, thank you all and I promise you everything ends up as it should, but you may drop a tear or two along the way. This chapter is going to be short… I had classes and some stuff to do
Jude looked at her hand sleepily, the sparkling ring glaring back at her. She smiled happily and then shrieked as the tanned arm grabbed her and pulled her back down onto the bed. She rolled over and looked into the icy blue eyes of her fiancée. Tommy leaned in to kiss her neck and then stopped, looking at her with worry in his eyes.
"Jude what's this?" Tommy asked, motioning to a string of bruises on her left arm
"Huh? Oh that's nothing; I just banged into the door yesterday." Jude said curling herself protectively against Tommy's body.
"Jude, I'm serious, we need to get you to see a doctor." Tommy pulled back the covers and looked at her, noticing bruises all up and down her body, including on her lower stomach and back, where Tommy had held her as they roughly made love last night.
He looked at her expectantly, and then his eyes grew wide as a drop of blood rolled out of her nose and down her lip. Jude obliviously wiped it away. Tommy touched her cheek and walked to the chair in the bedroom where he had carelessly flung his clothes after a passionate kiss in the dining room.
"Jude, get dressed, I'm taking you to see a friend of mine." Tommy said as he pulled the black shirt over his head.
"Tommy, I'm fine!" Jude said impatiently, and then paled as nausea wiped over her. She shook it off a little and then reached for her jeans and a t-shirt. As she leaned over to slip on her shoes, her nausea took the best of her and she collapsed onto the ground. Tommy ran over to the side of the bed, while simultaneously dialing a number on his phone.
"Dr. Michael Kensington, Cancer Specialist" he yelled at the operator
"Hello?" A deep voice rang out over the phone.
"Mike, it's Tommy, Jude's real sick, and I don't know what it is!" Tommy yelled loudly. "I'm on my way to the hospital now, meet me in front." Tommy's voice was filled with panic, and he closed his phone and scooped Jude up, carefully laying her in his viper. He sped the entire way to the hospital. He took Jude's pale, limp hand in his, and checked for a pulse. There was one there, but it was faint, and Tommy pushed on the gas even more.
"C'mon Jude baby, don't leave me!" Tommy screamed as his precious car went straight into the back of an ambulance. He bounced off the airbag safely, not a scratch on him, but when he looked at Jude, he noticed a gash on her forehead that was bleeding profusely.
"Are you crazy man?" a paramedic cried out. "you could've killed someone!" Tommy didn't have time to play around with a paramedic who was annoyed with the scratch Tommy's dented viper left on the ambulance door. He picked Jude up and carried her in to Mike.
"She collapsed at her apartment, and then I ran into the ambulance because I couldn't feel her pulse" Tommy quickly explained. Dr. Michael Kensington looked at Tommy with respect, and asked him to sit in the waiting room while they woke her up and stitched her head. Two hours later, Tommy was still pacing when Michael came out of the room with Jude.
"Tommy, I think you'd better sit down for this" he started
"Is she okay?" Tommy interrupted. "That's all I need to know. Is. She. Okay. ?"
"She's awake and breathing on her own, her head needed five stitches, but there's more." Tommy sat down. "Jude is pregnant, and the baby will die, but so will she if we don't treat the cancer." Tommy stood up, and instantly regretted his decision. He saw stars and then black, and felt a block of floor rise up to meet his head.