So, without any further ado, here's what is happening to Casie!

Chapter 30- Misery

Nobody was coming. No one could here my pleas for assistance because of my husband and my best friend in the main event. I ran back down the hallway, back to where Casie was still lying out cold. And her blood still seeping from her body. It was all over me. My pants, my shirt, my skin. It was a scary thought to think that I might have more of her blood on my body than she did in hers. I skidded to a stop next to her head, kneeling on the ground. With each passing minute, she turned whiter. She was so pale and she was starting to lose her warmth. My eyes began to sting, and I had to force them shut to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. Casie needed me desperately. Now was not the time to break down. I fell back off my knees, sitting at her head. I thought rapidly as I ran my hands through Casie's hair, hoping that in some way it would help. If I didn't get her to some help, it would be too late.

I jumped up to my feet as quickly as I could. I kicked off my high heels, and spread my feet shoulders width apart. If no one was going to help me, I would have to do it myself. I bent over, hooking my arms in the pit of hers. Pulling her upper body off the ground slightly, I adjusted my grip. Looking behind me, I saw just how long the hallway was. I grit my teeth, forcing that thought from my mind. This was about Casie. I strengthened my resolve and began to pull. While Casie didn't look very heavy, and having seen John lift her up with ease several times, I was finding it very difficult. But I kept pulling and tugging her dead weight down the hallway. A line of her blood trailed with us. My shoes, I saw, were laying in the blood, staining my white sandals. But that didn't matter to me. It was just a pair of shoes. Replaceable.

Like a light at the end of a tunnel, we started to reach the end of the hall. Step by step, pulling and tugging as hard as I could. I could feel the exhaustion trying to set in, but I fought against it. Finally, my back broke into the gap of the next hallway. I didn't look behind us. I didn't want to see the long track of blood leading down the cement floor. When I could finally look down the new hall, I saw a couple of trainers in black Polos. I cried out in relief. Falling to my knees, I let Casie's head rest on my legs and called out as loud as I could muster my voice. My calls weren't unheard this time. The two men looked over at me, and saw the shape Casie was in, and bolted towards.

"What happened to her?" One of them asked as the other began to examine her. I told them everything that had happened. From her complaining of stomach cramps, then kneeling over in pain, finally passing out from pain. Soon after the blood came. Someone must have called for an ambulance, because it was moments after the bigger of the trainers picked Casie up bridal style, that I heard sirens. I was on the heels of the men rushing Casie out of the front doors. Bright flashing lights of red and white blinded my eyes. Squinting through the lights, I saw an EMT setting up a stretcher. Still, I wouldn't let Casie out of my sight. I watched on, my horror finally setting in now that Casie had the help she needed, as they strapped her to the gurney. Pushing her into the back of the ambulance, an EMT tried to close the doors, shutting her off from me.

"Wait!" I yelled, running up to the sandy-blond haired man with a dark blue suit. Her turned around and stared at me in confusion. "I'm going with her."

"Are you family?" I shook my head, knowing that I wasn't her blood-related family. But she was still a very important person in my life. The EMT went to shut the door again. "I'm sorry, but that's against protocol."

"I don't care about your protocol!" I fumed, stepping closer to the man. He looked no older than me. "I'm all she has right now. Her boyfriend is working as doesn't know about any of this. I am going with her," my voice got deadly silent, as if daring him to deny me again. Finally he sighed, and opened the door for me. Barefooted, I hopped into the back. But before he closed the door, I stuck my head back out, looking at one of the trainers. "Tell Randy where I've gone, and to get Keith from the sitter please! Thank you!"

With a loud slam, the door was closed. The sirens were much louder on the inside than they were from the outside. It was a little crowded in the back, with two EMTs, Casie stretched out in the middle, and myself. They worked furiously on Casie, trying to figure out what was happening. There was even a small ultrasound machine on board, and I watched as they examined her lower abdomen. One man shook his head, frustration on his face.

"I can't see anything. She bleeding way too much internally," the other EMT radioed the local hospital with their new information. Bleeding internally? That was very severe, that much I knew. My knee bobbed up and down from my antsy predicament. Another five minutes of agonizing wait, we pulled into the hospital. I was ordered to remain seated until they got Casie safely off the back. I did as they told me, and watched as they rushed her towards the double doors of the hospital. I hopped off the back, the rough pavement scrapping against my naked feet. But it was nothing to me. I grew up in the south were I only wore shoes when I was made too. Several doctors in scrubs and disposable trauma gowns circled around the stretcher as it was pushed inside.

I ran in after her, but one of the remaining doctors in the scrubs stepped in front of me. He eyed me over, noticing all of the blood. "Are you hurt in any way?"

My eyes met him and I thought what a silly question that was. Until I looked down. I hadn't realized just how much of her blood had covered me. Nearly the whole front of my gray dress pants, huge splotches were on the front of my yellow silky top. My feet had blood splatters all over them, and my hands were dyed in it. I shook my head, answering the doctor's question. "No, I'm fine. But what about her? What about Casie?"

"I don't know about her. Her case is quite serious. They are rushing her to immediate surgery to see what's going on, and try to fix this problem," he said, leading me by the arm out of the emergency room. I followed blindly, trying to digest his words. Casie was in surgery? I felt weak. The doctor seemed to sense my state, and wrapped his arm around my waist still steering me away. He opened a door off to the side of the hallway we were on, and I noticed that he had brought me to the waiting room. The one thing that I was not, or had I ever been good at, waiting. "Is there anyone you can call to bring you a change of clothes?"

I knew the main event was not over yet, so there was no one I could call right now. I shook my head. "No, my husband and Casie's boyfriend are still at work."

The doctor thought about that for a few moments, then looked at me and smiled. "I'll bring you an extra set of scrubs, so you don't have to wear that."

I shot him a look of generous appreciation. I didn't want to wait here, with the reminder of what was happening to Casie on my clothes. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with a plastic bag of sterile scrubs and another bag that I could store my blood-soaked ones. I spent several minutes in the bathroom, slowly peeling off the wet material, shoving it in the bag. I stood there in the one-person bathroom, in my underwear, staring down at my hands, red with blood. I pulled several paper towels out from the dispenser, wetting them with warm water, and washed the blood off my hands. I was vaguely reminded of a Shakespearean play from my high school knowledge. I looked down at my hands, noticing my ring was covered in her blood. My diamonds seemed more like rubies in this moment. Snatching more paper towels, I scrubbed at the diamonds, making them sparkle again like new. After drying my hands, I opened the bag of scrubs, pulling the pants and shirt on my body. I felt marginally better now that I wasn't so dirty. I was still barefoot but I didn't care.

I finally left the bathroom and rejoined the waiting room. Dropping my clothing in the chair next to mine, I realized that I didn't have my phone. It was sitting on the desk in my room. Along with my purse. I was stranded at the hospital, with no way of getting in touch with John or Randy. My thoughts settled on Randy, and Keith, because thinking of them calmed my nerves. Knowing my boys were safe was something at least. I found a rubber band in the bag that held the scrubs, and I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, not caring what it looked like. Pulling my feet underneath me in the chair, I propped my elbows on my knees and laid my head in my hands. I was so tired. My body ached from pulling Casie, and worrying so much about her. I looked up at the clock. We entered the hospital thirty minutes ago, and it took us ten to get here. I did the math in my head and thought that the match must be over. Randy and John would know what happened by now.

And almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the door being pushed open roughly. I was the only person in the room, so I jumped at the sound. I looked up and saw the two men that I had just been thinking about. John pushed through the door first, still in his wrestling jean shorts, with a random shirt that I knew he couldn't tell me what it was without looking at it. The look on his face broke my heart. John and Casie had been through so much, why did they always have to suffer? I perked up slightly at the sight of Randy rushing in behind him. I could tell that he had hastily changed into whatever his hands found first, just as John had. And in his arms, was the baby seat, gripped tightly in his hand. Keith was wide awake now, staring about at his news surrounds. I stood up to my feet and watched them hurry towards me.

"Lora, what on earth is happening?" John demanded. I knew he was upset, and my heart reached out for him. I felt Randy step past me and set Keith's seat down in a chair. I stared wide-eyed at John.

"I have no idea," I said, and for the first time tonight, my voice wavered. And staring into John's hurting eyes, everything from the night spilled from my mouth in a rush. "We were just walking back to the titantron room, and she started hurting so bad. She pushed it off as wrestling pains, and I didn't believe her. The next thing I knew, she was on the floor, screaming in pain. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she passed out. That's when I saw blood. It was going everywhere! I panicked and called for help, screaming for anyone, but no one heard me," I said, pausing only to breathe a moment, then dove right back into my story. "I had to pull her to another hallway where I found some trainers. After that, the ambulance came. They tried to tell what was wrong with her then, but she was bleeding too much internally… well, that's what the EMT told me. All I know now, is that she's in surgery and it's very serious."

I finished my story, and I felt the moisture welling over my lids. A drop of hot moisture rolled down my cheek, and then another. My knees started to shake, and I felt weak again. This time, instead of the doctor, Randy was there to hold on to me. I molded myself to his frame, and he brought us to a double-seated chair that was next to Keith. He pulled me down, sitting next to him. I wouldn't let go of him. I buried my head into his neck trying to force out everything. I could see John, out of the corner of my eye, pacing around the room, his hands never staying still; rubbing his head, behind his neck, in his pockets or clamped together. Randy pressed his lips to my ear, squeezing me tighter, "Why are you wearing scrubs?"

His soft low voice brushed over me, comforting me more than anything. I snuggled closer to him, and pointed at the bag on Randy's left. "My clothes had her blood all over them."

Randy didn't say anything else, just held on to me. John never once sat down, and Keith kicked and played with a toy of his in his seat. Thirty minutes after the boys had arrived, the doctor that had helped me so much came into the room. John was first at his side, and the doctor assumed who he was. He looked over at me and Randy and walked towards us, John never leaving ear shot. I sat up off Randy, still clinging to his hand.

"I have some good news, and some bad news," the said, and I knew that wasn't a good sign. I held my breath as the doctor, looked around at all of us. "The good news is, we were able to stop the bleeding. She lost a lot of blood, but we have her on replenishments to keep her supply up."

"And the bad news?" John blurted out, unable to refrain any longer. The doctor turned to face John, and I saw the sadness in his eyes. He sighed softly.

"The bad news is, Casie was six weeks pregnant, but the fetus was growing outside the uterus. Or an ectopic pregnancy. The egg had planted itself in the wall of her left fallopian tube. The growth of the fetus was what was causing her discomfort she mistook as cramps," he looked over at me, giving me confirmation. He slowly turned back to John. "The reason she lost so much blood was because the egg had grown too much in the wrong place, and it ruptured her tube. We are going to do everything we can, but it doesn't look like we'll be able to save it. I'm so sorry."

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I had never waited this long for a surgery in all my life. It felt like I had been sitting in this uncomfortable chair all night. But the clock proved me wrong, saying I had only been here for four hours. Randy never left my side, and John never got comfortable. And who could blame him? He just found out that his girlfriend had been pregnant with his baby, but it wasn't growing where it was supposed too and busted one of her fallopian tubes. Any man in his right mind would be upset. There was no telling how Randy would've reacted to news like that. It was something that I never wanted to know. The only positive thing that would happen, a nurse would periodically pop in to let us know how Casie was doing in her surgery. So far, nothing but good feedback. I jumped away from Randy's chest when I heard the loud cry of unhappiness coming from Keith. Prying myself away from Randy's arms, my fingers fumbled with the snaps of his seat. But slowly, I got Keith loose from his chair and took him in my arms. He quieted some, but still seemed unhappy. So, I stood to my feet and headed to the door.

"Lora," Randy's voice stopped me. I turned around to see him start to get to his feet. "Where are you going?"

I motioned towards the door behind me, "I'm going to walk around with Keith, see if I can't get him to settle down."

Randy closed the space between us, as he brushed his fingers over my cheek. I leaned into his touch without thinking about it. I saw his blue eyes flicker towards something on the floor then back up to me. When he spoke again, it was filled with love and worry towards me and how I was dealing. "You don't have any shoes on."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. Going barefoot for me isn't anything new. I felt better and more sure about my balance when I am barefoot. I smiled softly at him, reaching up on my toes to kiss his cheek. When I looked back into his eyes, I could tell he still didn't want me to leave. "We'll be back soon."

Randy sighed, but stepped past me and grabbed the door handle. I brushed past him as he held the door open for me. I took one last glance at John, who had finally took a seat, and frowned at him. It made me hurt to see him in this much pain. I was thrilled when Keith gave me a reason to get out of that room. I couldn't hardly stand it. The fear, the uncertainty, the waiting. I was a very impatient person, and I hated to wait for something. I wanted instant gratification with everything. Except for Keith. When I was carrying him, I didn't really want him to come out too soon. I was protecting him, and since I was able to do something, I was okay with the nine month wait. But not being able to do anything was when the waiting became torture. Like now. Not knowing how Casie was, not knowing how she'll recover. Not knowing if she'll ever have children.

Opening a door to my right, I stepped out into an outdoor waiting area. It was landscaped beautifully and wooden benches were everywhere. I sat down on the stone ground and leaned back against a bench. Keith enjoyed being outside, especially at night, because he loved to stare at the twinkling stars. Even looking at Keith wasn't calming me down at this point. He was usually the source of my solace, him and Randy, but my fear for Casie was just too much at the moment. I wanted nothing more than for her to be healthy and stay that way for at least a year; preferably longer. I sighed and ran my fingers across Keith's face. Moisture stung at my eyes, just wishing this night was over, and everything could get back to normal. Well, at least the normal that existed for Randy and I. I don't think that anyone outside our line of work would call how we live normal. I didn't know I was crying until I felt a tear slide off my cheek and drop on my wrist. I swiped angrily at the tears rolling down my face, but I couldn't get them to stop. Keith stared up at me, his bottom lip pouting dangerously. He didn't like it when his mother was sad. I shook my head violently, trying to regain control. I picked Keith up and rested his head against my shoulder. At least this way he couldn't see the tears that wouldn't stop.

Several minutes of constant, unyielding, silent flood-gates went by before I heard the sound of a door being opened softly. I hiccuped slightly and looked up and met Randy's eyes. He towered over me, staring down, his bright blue eyes lit up by the soft lamp to his right. He moved closer to me until he joined me by my side and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Keith looked up at the sound of Randy's arrival and turned to see his father. He smiled a toothless grin and patted Randy's cheek with one small hand. Randy couldn't fight the smile off his face, nor the soft laughter that bubbled up in his throat. Even I smiled through my tears at the scene before me.

But then Randy turned his attention towards me. I looked away from his piercing blue eyes and stared up at the stars. I felt Randy's fingers run through my hair, and I closed my eyes, sighing. I didn't open them, even when I heard Randy speak. "Are you okay?"

Physically, yes. I was in perfect health. I was twenty-seven, and going strong. Mentally, "yes" would be the answer was well. I had the best husband anyone could ever ask for, and the most beautiful child. And I even enjoyed my job. How many people can actually say that? But emotionally, no. I was not okay. I was a nervous wreck. Everything in my body worried and prayed for Casie and hurt with John. I opened my eyes, but stared straight ahead. "I'm scared. I'm scared for Casie."

"I am too," Randy said, and I heard the honestly in his voice. Casie was just as much my best friend as she was Randy's. I leaned my shoulder into his. "But we need to get back to the waiting room," I looked over at Randy in confusion. Why would I want to go back in there just to know that I was waiting. Randy seemed to read my mind and stood up. "They are bringing Casie out of recovery. She's getting her own room."

So, we still don't know how Casie will be, but we know what happened to her. Poor John, he makes me so sad when he's sad. =( Anyways, REVIEW! Please!

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