I turn to Tom as Zoe speaks. His face shifts from worry to devastation in an instant. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I try again and this time succeed.
"A… a miscarriage?" I stumble over my words. The figures that were once blurred are once again beginning to fuzz around the edges as my eyes fill up with tears. I bat them away with my eyelids and they flee down my cheeks. "But… but I'm not- wasn't pregnant" I correct myself. Am pregnant, was pregnant – two very different things, Sam. I say to myself. I think hard. "Oh my god, I'm pregnant" I gasp.
"Well yes Sam, you still are I suppose. I'm sorry, but this is going to be tough. If this is a miscarriage, and I'm pretty certain it is, then we need to get this… baby out of you." She falters on the word 'baby' and my hand instinctively moves from being clutched around my sides, to my stomach. I look up at Tom; he puts his hand on top of mine on my flat stomach and I slide my other hand on top of his. Zoe turns to Tom. "I'm sorry. I really am."
"So... what do we do?" Tom asks Zoe. "I'm sorry, I can't think straight right now."
"Well, we need to get you out of here to start with." She turns to me and looks me straight in the eyes. "And I think we should get you a gown. Do you want me to fetch one and you can get changed in here?" I nod.
"Thanks Zoe" I say as she stands up and turns around to walk out the door. "Oh, and Zoe?" She turns back around to face me. "Please don't tell anyone. I don't want this getting around the whole hospital."
"Sam, you realise we're going to be treating you here. People are going to find out sooner or later, you know what this place is like for gossip." Zoe raises her eyebrows at her valid point.
"A nightmare, yes I know."
"I'll try and keep it on the down low as much as possible." She smiles a warm smile and she opens the door and walks out leaving Tom and I in complete silence. He doesn't need to say anything he just pulls me into his chest and I sob in his arms while he holds me.
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