One Month Later
Emma's POV:
It was now Month 3 and I was 139lbs. I had gone up 9lbs since we last checked and I was now growing a baby bump. It was small but if you saw my bare stomach, you would know. I have been getting even more hormonal and I don't know how Will is still with me, after all of the nasty stuff I have blurted out to him! Will has been restricting me from doing, practically, anything. He won't let me lift, hold or even stand for too long. At school, I have random students and staff come in to congratulate me and wish me luck.
I had finished with my paper work so I decided to make my way to Will's office. I was walking through the corridor, when Sue barged into me.
"Mind where you're going, ginger-cleany-freak."
"You barged into me, Sue?"
"No, you and your little steps that make you look like you have bound your feet, walked into me."
"Excuse me?"
"I insulted you on the way you walk, Esmeralda."
"What is your problem?"
Children were starting to stare.
"Problem? What problem? I don't have any."
"Ever since me and Will have joined Mckinley, all we have had from you is abuse. Why do you hate us so much?"
"Well, Ella, I am shocked at how you think this is my fault. If only man-whore would of given me his baby gravy, I would be ever so kind to you."
"You don't like us because Will didn't want to knock you up? Sue. You're old, too old to have baby. Face the facts, no one loves you and you don't, and never will, have a proper family to care for, okay?"
"I am not old! I am 30! Who cares if I don't have a family to love because, guess what? Neither do you. Arlene, you are a ginger who is crippled by mental illness."
"Well, I guess you haven't heard? I'm pregnant."
I smirked at her, then walked away and left Sue looking shocked in the middle of the corridor. I carried on to Will's office.
I politely knocked on his door and walked in. He looked up and smiled.
"Oh, hey, Em. How are you?"
"Hey, sweetie. And I just had an argument with Sue, I think I won."
"High five, baby!"
We high fived each other and I sat down opposite him.
"One advantage of hormones."
I grinned at him.
"So many disadvantages, though! There's-."
I scowled at him.
"I think I better stop there."
I smiled at him.
"Good boy! Now, aren't you going to ask what the argument was about?"
"Well, I guess now I am! What was it about then?"
He leant his elbows on the desk.
"Well Sue barged right into me and I asked her what her problem with us, is. She basically said it's because you didn't give her your, and I quote, 'baby gravy'. She then said that I will never be loved or love anyone. So I told her I was pregnant. That sure shut her up. She stood there gawping, in the middle of the corridor."
Will chuckled, then stopped abruptly.
"Wait... You told Sue!?"
I gave him a puzzled look.
"Erm... yes?"
"Why!?"
"Because everyone would know soon enough anyway! Have you seen the amount of students and staff that have walked into my office to congratulate us?"
"But think of what Sue could do to you!"
"What do you mean, 'do to you'?"
"Think of the times she has tried to sabotage us. She nearly sent the Glee kids to another country!?"
"Don't worry, Will! It will be okay! She won't do anything! I've got to go, see you later, love you!"
"Bye, sweetie, love you."
I leant over to kiss him, then started to make my way back to my office...
Will's POV:
I heard ambulance sirens go off outside and I wondered what kid had been hurt this time. I walked my way to Emma's office to try and find out if she knew but she wasn't there. I checked the staff room, no one was in there either. I looked out of the staff room window and saw the ambulance and a crowd of children gathered round. I made my way out to the crowd and Sue walked past me with a huge smile on her face. A few kids turned to me and gasped. A few even had tears in their eyes. Tina came up to me a grabbed my arm. She sobbed, loudly, into my vest.
"Tina, what's happened?"
I was getting slightly worried. What would be so bad to make the children cry?
"I-I think you should ha-have a look."
I pushed my way through the crowd and there, at the bottom of the stairs, was Emma. She was on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her. She was crying. Her hair was messed up and her arm... The bone of her arm was protruding out of the skin. The paramedics were putting a neck brace on. I pushed the children out of the way and I called Emma's name.
"Emma?"
"Will? Will!"
She sobbed and winced as the paramedics lifted her up on the carrier. I grabbed her hand. Tears started rolling down my face.
"Wh-what happened to you?"
"I'm so sorry, I-I am ever s-so sorry!"
"Emma, tell me what happened."
"It-it was S-Sue. Sh-she tripped me d-down the st-stairs!"
"Oh, God. God no."
My anger was growing.
"WHY THE HELL DOES SHE THINK SHE CAN DO THIS TO MY FAMILY!?"
Principal Figgins overheard me and strolled over.
"What is the matter, William? Is Emma okay?"
"No. Figgins. No, she is not okay. Sue. Sue done this to her! She could be seriously damaged! Not to talk about the baby!"
"William, I am ever so sorry. I will talk to Sue."
"She needs more than a talking to. You better pray to God nothing bad has happened to Emma or the baby."
We got into the ambulance and they drove with the sirens on. I grabbed hold of Emma's hand again.
"Will, what if something bad has happened to the baby?"
Her mascara was running down her face.
"Shhh... All I care about now, is you. We need you to get better, okay? The baby is going to be fine. We can make another baby, if the worst comes to worst."
She clenched her fist onto mine even harder.
"I love you, Will." She said between sobs.
"I love you too, Em."
I stroked her cheek and started singing.
"Lights will guide, you home. And ignite, your bones. And I will try, to fix you."
The paramedics smiled at me and we shortly arrived at the hospital. They opened the back doors and pulled her cart out. They started wheeling her through the corridors as I followed.
The shorter paramedic of the two, started speaking.
"This is Emma Pillsbury, 30 years of age. 3 months pregnant. Had a fall down some stairs. Obvious break to the left arm. Heart rate of 111 beats per minutes."
The Doctors took the cart and transferred Emma onto another bed. They hooked her onto many machines and measured her pulse.
"Right, Miss Pillsbury. I'm Dr Wayne and I will be your Doctor for your stay at this hospital. At this precise minute, we can tell you have a break to your left arm. This will need pins."
Her eyes grew wider.
"Once we have got your heart rate to normal, we will take you to x-rays and give you an ultrasound for the baby. Sounds good to you?"
"Yes."
She looked at me and gave me a worried expression.
"Okay, that's good. I'll leave you in hand with these Nurses to clean you up."
He smiled at me and left. They started cutting Emma's clothes off and replaced her usual blouse and skirt with a hospital gown.
"That was my favourite skirt..."
I chuckled lightly at the trivial comment she had just made.
"Emma, I don't think you should be thinking of that now. You have a bone sticking out of your arm!"
She gasped.
"Really!?" She looked frightened.
"Em, calm down. It's going to be fine. The Doctor is going to insert some pins and fix it."
The Nurses had finished cleaning Emma up and they wheeled her to the x-ray room. I waited outside. When she came back out, they wheeled her straight to the ultrasound room.
They looked at the screen and one of the Nurses went out and came back with a Doctor. Their faces didn't look so pleasing.
Emma turned to me and she looked worried.
"Erm, excuse me? What's happened? What's the matter with the baby?"
"We can't be too sure, we will tell you as soon as possible." They replied.
"Well, I would like to know NOW!"
Emma stroked my arm.
"Not now, please." She pleaded.
I sat back down and looked at her as tears formed in our eyes. We eventually ended back in the room where we started. The Doctors and Nurses had left to give us some space and to check over the x-rays and ultrasound.
"See... Something IS wrong with the baby..." She started sobbing again.
"Emma, what did I tell you? Everything is going to be okay and if worst comes to worst, we can make another!"
We were alone for a good 10 minutes before Dr Wayne walked in.
"Hello, guys. Well... We have reviewed your x-rays and ultrasound."
"And?" I was getting impatient. I took hold of Emma's hand and squeezed it.
"You have a break in your left humerus, a light fracture in your right ankle, which we are classing as a sprain, and a fracture in your left cheek bone."
"And the baby?" She asked tenderly.
"I'm afraid you have an internal bleed... In the womb."
