Ch. 11 - Pain and Misery.

"We should go to the doctor." He said standing me up slowly.

"No, I'm…"

Ricky's POV

Then she cut off in mid sentence and fainted right in my arms. Then…I saw blood, down there. I panicked and laid her gently on the floor as I grabbed my cell phone. "Ashley! George! Anne!" I called loudly as I dialed 911. I couldn't lose Amy, and I couldn't lose our baby. This can't be happening!

"This is 911. State your emergency." The operator said.

"What's going on?!" Anne said as she and George came into the room. They looked down at her and Anne shrieked. "Oh my gosh!" She said as she ran down to Amy. "Amy, sweetie. It's mom. Wake up!" She said shaking her gently…no response.

"Yes, yes, my girlfriend, Amy Juergens, just fainted. She's pregnant and she's bleeding…down there." I said as calmly as I could. I couldn't believe this was happening. What was happening?!

"What's going on here?" Ashley said as she came into the room. Her reaction was the same as Anne's when she got here.

"What the hell happened Ricky?!" George said as I got off the phone with the 911 operator.

"She just fainted! And then she started bleeding…this is all my fault." I said standing up. My face was red and I could barely see with my eyes clouded up with tears. I ran downstairs and out the front door waiting for the ambulance. I was mad…at myself. I kicked the bushes; I kicked the grass; I kicked my car door and wheel. I did this to her! I got her pregnant…again! I KNEW I should've gotten fixed when I got her pregnant the first time…but damn! Why does everything bad happen to me, I mean, I know I do my share of shit, but why?! Then the ambulance pulled up.

"Where is she?" The ambulance guy said as he and his partner wheeled a gurney out of the truck.

"She's upstairs, down the hall, and two doors to the left." I said not looking at them. I kneeled down and let my emotions take over. I cried for what seemed like forever, when in reality it was about 2 minutes because that's when they wheeled Amy down.

"We're taking her to Memorial Hospital. You can follow us." The ambulance guy said as he and his partner wheeled Amy into the ambulance. She looked so helpless…and pale. And I felt so guilty. George and Anne were in the ambulance and Ashley, with John, rode with me to the hospital. The car ride was shorter than I thought it would be, but still waaaayyy too long. Then ambulance had beaten us to the hospital when I parked. Ashley, George, Anne, John, and I all waited in the lobby for further information. After about an hour, the doctor came out with a somber look on his face, and that worried me. That worried the hell out of me. This scared me more than when Bob taught me "how to be a man". This scared me more than when I found out that Amy was pregnant the first time. This scared me more…than…anything.

"Can I speak to the father?" He said looking at me. I nodded and gave John to Ashley. Then, I stood up and walked over to where he was standing.

"What's going on?" I said trying to keep my composure. I knew it was gonna be bad…I just KNEW it.

"Well…it seems that…the baby didn't make it…I'm so sorry." He said putting his hand on my shoulder. I nodded and just let the tears come. My eyes turned red and my face was flushed. I walked out of the building kicking a garbage can as I did. I walked to my car, got in, and broke down. I…I can't even…begin to explain what I was thinking. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. We were supposed to be a happy family. But happiness comes at a price. And this price is too much to bear.

"Ricky." I heard someone say knocking on the passenger window. I looked up to see George. He motioned for me to open the door, so I did, and he got in. We just sat awkwardly for about 2 minutes. "I'm really sorry." He said patting my shoulder.

"Don't be. It's my fault anyway. If I would have never taken things that far back at band camp, then we wouldn't be in this situation. But this is me, and I ruin people's lives, so hey, don't feel sorry for me." I said not looking up at him. I couldn't look at him.

"Ricky. I don't understand you sometimes. You're going all the way back to band camp? That was a year ago! Let it go!" He said. "We forgave you for that because it gave us a beautiful grandson, and we forgive you for this too. It wasn't your fault."

"But…"

"Ricky, it wasn't your fault. And oddly, we still love you." George said as he opened my car door and got out. After all I put this family through, they still forgive me. I still couldn't go in there though. I knew Anne and Ashley were a wreck, and I couldn't take that right now.