Hey again. I think I have to apologise for leaving yet another cliff hanger after the last update, hopefully I updated quick enough this time though :) Anyways thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter :D Disclaimer – I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters x

Chapter 37 – Chelsea's P.O.V

The lights shone above me as I numbly felt someone tug at my jeans. I forced my eyes to stay open as the lights blinded me. Suddenly a large spike of pain ripped down the base of my spine, I opened my lips slightly and bust into screams. It felt like someone had set fire to my legs and was now hacking away with an axe to fasten the flow of blood. I tightened my grip on the cover beneath me and screamed again, filling the air with the sound of my terrified yell. I didn't fully understand what was going on around me, mostly because I couldn't see a frickin' thing. I noticed a few voices surrounding me but they soon faded as another cry of pain emanated through my dry lips and into the tense atmosphere. I scrunched my eyes together to try and block out the pain but when that didn't help I opened them again and scanned the room. I could make out four fuzzy shapes scattered around the room. One of them was standing in the corner, staying very still, another was pacing close by the table, occasionally looking in my direction. The tallest of them all was standing by the side and was trying to grasp my arm but I couldn't feel his touch, the pain burning up my spine tore any other sense away from me. Finally, the last person stood near my feet, holding a bloody towel and a few bits of scary looking machinery in their hands.

Suddenly the fire roared up and hit my stomach, causing me to gag from the pain. I wanted to scream and shout till the fire was extinguished but I just clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. Soon enough the room started to dim and I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.

Vaughn's P.O.V-

Her eyes relaxed as she stopped clenching the crimson stained tablecloth. I let go of her arm and stared at her face before turning to face Doctor Trent who was frantically trying to stop her bleeding.

"She's beginning to hemorrhage, we need to stop the blood flow before we lose her" Doctor Trent yelled as he began to work on her downstairs. Panic-stricken I turned to face Chelsea and placed my hands at either side of her face.

"Chelsea, don't you do this to me" I said looking at her pale skin. Her lips were a flat, straight line and turning grey. I wanted to shake her, to wake her up but as the blood spewed across the table she seemed to grow even more distant from me. Turning back around to Doctor Trent I glared at him. If he let her die I would never forgive him or myself, I knew Chelsea was a danger-magnet, I should have been there for her.

"Fix her" I yelled at him, my hat falling off my head at the sheer boom of my voice. He didn't look up from his work, it should have bugged me that he was doing stuff … down there but I just wanted him to make her wake up.

"Vaughn if you're not going to be calm I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave" He said sternly before grabbing a pair of forceps and another towel. My glare turned deathly as I shot daggers at him.

"Calm? How the fuck can I be calm when Chelsea's fucking dying?" I asked, shouting at him. Then I squished up my face to look back at Chelsea who had grown fifty shades whiter than a fucking vampire. Trent ignored me before taking some weird silver thing and going back to work. I wrapped my hand around her small ones and squeezed. I didn't see how I was going to get around this, if she died I wouldn't be able to live, let alone function properly.

Trent finally looked up at me and dropped the forceps back into the little metal tray thing, blood covering his arms and white doctor's coat. I couldn't read the emotion on his face, I felt as if it was a mix between joy and sympathy, and I wasn't sure how to react.

"I've managed to stop the bleeding but I'm afraid she's lost a lot of blood. If we don't get her a transfusion soon her body could go into shock and may shut down her vital organs. Does anyone know her blood type?" He asked before reaching into his medical bag and bringing out an IV bag and a large needle. I looked around the room at everyone's reactions. Denny stood in the corner unusually still while Mirabelle stood in the kitchen quietly crying. I had no idea where the fuck Julia was and everyone seemed clueless. I closed my eyes and racked my brain through the many conversations we had, never had she mentioned her blood type, why would she? Then it popped into my head and I turned to stare at Doctor Trent who had begun setting up the drip next to her.

"A positive …" I said, staring at him. Denny coughed slightly behind me in shock that I actually knew his fiancé's blood. The only reason I knew was when I looked through her information at the hospital when she had carbon monoxide poisoning, thank god I did.

"Does anyone on the island have blood type A, either positive or negative?" Trent asked as he fused the drip into Chelsea's arm. Everyone went quiet again, unsure in what to answer. Everyone was so damn fucking ignorant that they didn't even know if they could help Chelsea or not.

"A negative?" I asked looking up at him. He nodded still carrying on with the setting up of the tubes. I rolled up my sleeve and took a seat next to the IV drip before staring at Chelsea who lay still on the table, I guess the carbon dioxide scare was more helpful that we ever imagined.

"You sure you're A negative? A different blood type could cause her body would reject the new blood and cause her heart to give out" He said before moving closer to me and wiping the area with an antiseptic wipe.

"Blood test a season ago, A negative results" I replied, not changing the emotion in my voice. He nodded before placing an orange in my palm for me to squeeze. Then he placed the needle into my arm and attached a bag to the end of the tube where my blood flowed, quicker than I thought, into the IV bag. Shortly the bag was full and he tightened the cap on the thing sticking up out of my skin before attaching the bag back onto the drip and screwing the tube to Chelsea. I watched as the blood slowly made its way towards Chelsea's arm and entered her blood stream. It looked like some weird ritual in bonding like blood brothers or shit but it meant a hell lot more. I was finally able to do something to help save her, not feeling helpless by her side as the colour drained from her. I smiled slightly as Trent got ready to take another pint of blood from me, I think two pints was a safe amount, but I didn't care. I would give a thousand pints of blood to save her.

My gaze then fell to her stomach where it felt as if a hole was missing. All this was because of the baby, there was no point in asking, I already knew the answer. She had lost the baby and she was going to be devastated when she woke up. I couldn't watch her; see her face fall as the news hit her. But Chelsea was always an optimist, she would try and hide her pain behind a mask, to show the world she was fine but only so she could die from the inside. My face fell as I realised I wouldn't actually get to be a dad. I'd always resented the idea, forced myself into thinking I was like my dad, but after living with the idea for a season or so, I had actually started to like the idea and now, it had just been ripped away.

I stood up and walked over to her, to feel the warmth come back to her cheeks and her steady heart beat match mine again. I ran my hand over her face gently as I felt her features. The scent of the sterile environment overwhelmed the natural scent of Chelsea, lilies and honey. I then placed my hand gently on her stomach which felt unusually still. I stood quietly as I felt a figure come up behind me. His curly brown hair bounced off his shoulders as he stood next to me; his gaze looked upon my hand which rested delicately on her stomach.

"How long?" He asked, his voice dead and quiet. I shook my head slightly, dropping my hand from her stomach and turning to face him.

"You really want to do this here?" I asked before running my hand through my shoulder length grey hair. He didn't reply, he just kept staring down at her, her face so ashen that it matched the table cloth near her head.

"I just want to know" He asked, closing his eyes and turning to face him. Was he trying to hold in tears? I groaned quietly before awkwardly fidgeting on the spot, I hated it when people cried, especially fully grown men, it was just fucking wrong.

"Denny, I don't think-"

"How long Vaughn?" He asked, raising his voice. I glared at him to shut the fuck up but I couldn't be angry with him due to the fact I'd stolen his fiancé. I sighed and looked at him; he was on the brink of two major emotions, sheer anger and emotional breakdown.

"The dance …" I muttered quietly. He breathed out slowly before opening his eyes to look at Chelsea lay on the wooden table. I would more her to somewhere more comfortable but I was afraid she was going to fall apart in front of me.

"Is that why you went for a blood test, to see if you had any carbon monoxide in your blood, because you … slept over?" He asked in a hushed voice, just barely audible for me to pick up on. I nodded, not really sure I had any words to describe the situation, but it had to be one of the most fucking awkward moments in my whole life.

He didn't say anything after that; he just bowed his head to me before heading towards the door. As his hand touched the door handle he turned back to face me.

"You win" He muttered before sulking out of the door which swung close behind him. I stared at the place where he disappeared, unsure what he meant but guessing it was pretty obvious. He had given up, let me have her. Maybe I'd misjudged him; I thought we'd have a bigger fight than that. I thought he would have protected Chelsea to the end, like I would have, like I will. I turned back to look down at her, the colour was coming back to her face and her scent was finally overpowering the stench of the anaesthetic and sterile medical equipment. I smiled down at her and stroked her long brown hair; I couldn't leave her alone for a second. Luckily now, I wouldn't have to.

I think a lot of you now are probably celebrating that Denny finally has found out about Chelsea and Vaughn :D We all knew it couldn't last ;) So please pop in a comment and thanks again for reading, stay tuned for the next update x