OMG! Is Emily gunna be okay? Review!

Erik's POV

The doctor finally arrived an hour later. "What took so long?!" I yelled.

"The town is miles away!" The older man yelled as he pulled the doctor to the bed.

"What happened?" The doctor asked. The boy walked in the room.

"It was my fault." The doctor frowned. "We were fighting and she was trying to stop us." He said pointing to me. The doctor looked at me and frowned.

"Who are you. Never seen you in town before." As he examined Emily's wounds I stood back and crossed my arms.

"I'm her fiancé." The boy gawked at me then shook her head.

"That's a lie!"

"You dare tell me I'm lying boy!" I rose to my full height towering over him toe to toe. He was ignorant and didn't back down at my threats.

"This is your fault!" He yelled. I did my best to calm down but he enraged me beyond belief.

"You monsieur are mistaken! Your sword pierced her skin, not men!"

"E-Erik stop!" Emily yelled then whimpered in pain.

"Emily, he-," She cut me off.

"It wasn't just him, y-you were part of t-the fight." She winced and grabbed the sheets of the bed as the doctor began to stich her wound. I rushed over to her.

"I'm sorry. I-I" She grabbed my hand and whimpered again.

"Just stop. I don't care, just, Ow!" She yelled as the doctor pulled the stiches tight. She began to sob. I sat next to her and cradled her in my arms.

"Stop!" The doctor yelled. I reluctantly let go of her and she layed down and cryed. My heart broke at the thought of not being able to comfort her, but the doctor was right. I knew she could put strain on the stiches.

"If you want to help her then wash around the stiches. Afterwords she'll need some sleep." I obeyed taking a damp rag and lightly washing her wound. She gave a few more wimpers as I did so.

"I'm sorry Cherie." I said seeing her eyes full of tears.

"I'm fine. It just hurts it's not your fault." She glanced over and the boy.

"I'm so unspeakably sorry Emily. Please say you'll forgive me, please. He rushed to her other side an knelt beside the bed. He reached for her hand and she willingly held his to comfort him.

"It's alright."

"No, no it's not." She paused and suddenly remembered something.

"You're right it's not!" She glared at him then at me. "I want both of you down stairs and I want you to work out your issues!" She startled everyone in the room and even though her voice was weak from the pain of speaking she did frighten all of us.

"Jean make sure they don't fight, just help them work out their differences." She looked at me. "I don't want to see you again, unless you two have come to an understanding. I'm not putting my baby in danger again!"

She paused and looked at the doctor who was surprised as well. She sat up, I tried to push her back down but she pushed me away. "Is my baby going to be okay?" Her voice once again fragile.

The doctor paused. "Your baby will be fine. You're still early enough in the pregnancy so the baby wasn't in the way of the sword. As long as you take the time to heal your baby will be fine." He gave me a sad look and I got very worried.

"You are her fiancé, correct." I nodded. "And the father?" I nodded again and stood. "Come with me Monsieur." I followed the man down the hall and put my crossed my arms.

"Your fiancé's muscles near the womb were pierced. She will heal if she rest and waits at least three weeks to get out of bed. Even then she needs to be very careful of what she does."

"What? I thought you said everything was fine." He patted my shoulder.

"If she does get better before she is four months pregnant then the baby will die. The wound will stretch to the womb and she could bleed to death and the baby will not be able to live under the circumstance even if she was to live."

My heart stopped. If I didn't keep her in bed I could lose both her and the baby. "Yes monsieur." I said shakily. He looked at me worried.

"She doesn't need me anymore. I stitched her up and bandaged her. All you have to do is clean the wounds and rebadge her when necessary. Try to keep her from sitting up for long periods of time." I nodded and he walked downstairs.

Dun dun dun! I couldn't kill the baby she would have been devastated and most likely depressed the rest of the story.