Chapter Twelve:
They heard the sirens outside the factory. The paramedic's came rushing in.
"Please. Please say she's going to be ok. She's pregnant." Peter cried.
"We'll have to get her to hospital. What's her name?" the paramedic asked.
"Carla." Said Michelle.
"Look, you go with her. I'll stay here for when the staff get back. Let me know if there's any news." Michelle said to Peter.
Peter nodded in agreement and rushed off in the ambulance with Carla.
Carla was awake. Her and Peter were waiting on the results of the tests for the baby.
"Do you think it's ok?" Carla asked, quietly.
"Of course it'll be. It it's anything like its mum it'll be a little fighter." Peter said, holding her hand.
"What if it's not? What do we tell Simon?" she asked, worriedly. She was terrified to hear those words saying her baby was gone.
"I don't actually know, darling. Everything's going to be ok." Peter tried to reassure her.
The doctor walked into the room. The look on his face said everything.
"No. No… Please no…" Carla whispered.
"I'm so sorry." The doctor said.
Carla completely broke down.
"No! Why? Why did he do this to me?" she screamed, the mascara stained tears running down her face.
"Shh. Carla baby, come here" Peter said softly , getting up onto the hospital bed with her, pulling her close.
Peter stayed with Carla like that for the rest of the night. They hugged each other and they cried their hearts out for their unborn baby who now they'd never get to meet.