Everything Changes –Chapter Ten

Adrien POV

I tried to open my eyes, but the bright light around me only forced them closed again. I tried to make sense of my surroundings without opening my eyes. I was sitting in an odd position in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The air around me smelled of floor polish and disinfectant. I could hear… Alya.

"ADRIEN AGRESTE! YOU STUPID PRETTY BOY! WAKE UP!" Suddenly, I knew where I was. One of my least favourite places: the hospital. I opened my eyes and waited for my eyes to adjust to the blinding light around me. When I could finally see, Alya was towering over me, an angry glare on her face.

"Ok, Mr Agreste! You have been unconscious for the last hour! Do you even know where we are?!" She shouted causing a view people to turn their attention to us.

"The… hospital?" I sat up straight and blinked a view times.

"And do you know why we're here?!" I swear she was getting madder by the second. I honestly didn't remember why we were here. When I just blinked at her, saying nothing, she rolled her eyes at me.

"Does the name Marinette ring a bell?!" My eyes widened and I found myself frantically scanning the room around us. Thousands of questions darted in and out of my brain. Marinette! Where is she? Is she okay? What happened? Why is she at the hospital? Is it the baby? Why was I unconscious? Alya must've seen me panicking because she kneels down in front of me and sighs.

"Listen, Adrien. Marinette and I both think we know what it is. Marinette is upset but she was more scared for what you would say. Please don't panic. We can go in and see her soon ok? The doctor is just asking her some questions," She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"W-what do th-think it is?" I asked hesitantly, refusing to make eye contact.

"We think it was a miscarriage."

I don't remember much else. Just a lot of heavy breathing before it all went black once again. This time I wasn't out cold for long before I felt a cold hand slap me across the face.

"Hey-ow!" There was a burning sensation in my cheek and Alya stood over me once again.

"Doctor says we can go see her now, idiot!" Alya snapped. I looked up and noticed a doctor standing in the doorway. Without even acknowledging her, I brushed past the doctor and into the room that Marinette was in. I looked around the small room. It was just like the ones you'd find in a doctor's clinic. Marinette sat on the examining table in a new set of clothes, since her old ones were stained with blood. When she saw me she jumped off the table to greet me.

"Hey!" She said chirpily, a smile forming on her lips. She may have looked happy, but one glance into her eyes would have told you otherwise. They were filled with sadness and guilt. Marinette took a hold of my hands and looked up at me. "Adrien! Have you been crying?!" Had I? She released grip on my hands and reached up to wipe my apparent tears.

"Hey girl!" Came Alya's trying-to-sound-happy voice as she poked her head in the door. "So, is it what we think?"

"She hasn't told me yet…" Marinette sighed with a shrug. Alya walked in and stood next to Mari. The doctor followed in after her.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng? I have the results. Are you ready?" The doctor said with a forced smile. Marinette and Alya nodded their heads in sync while I shook my head vigorously.

"Well, I'm very sorry to inform you that it was indeed a miscarriage. Bleeding is likely to tail of in 7 to 10 days and will usually have stopped after two or three weeks. We do recommend taking a home pregnancy test to confirm that the pregnancy has ended. Again, I am sorry for your loss." She left the room to give us some alone time. I felt like my whole world had split in two. Was it supposed to feel like that? Even when the pregnancy was an accident to start with? I couldn't hold it back anymore. I fell to the floor in a heap as the floodgates opened. Next thing I knew, Marinette was on the floor next to me, wiping my tears once again.

"Oh Adrien! Don't worry! We can just forget about it. Hey, the good news is: you no longer have to tell your dad," She was trying so hard to cheer me up but it wasn't helping. I looked up, her beautiful bluebell eyes on the verge of tears.

"Let's go home now."

…

"Ok, girl. You know the rules. I think we all know what they're going to say, but bring all three tests back out here when you're done," Alya explained sadly. Marinette nodded with a sniffle. She then heads off into the bathroom. 10 minutes later, she returns to the room, walking at a slow, sad pace. Her shoulders were hunched and grip on the tests was weak. She let them drop to the floor and didn't bother picking them up. Instead she curled up into a tight ball, head on her knees, and cried.

"Marinette? Aren't you gonna read them?" Alya asked, already knowing the answer.

"What's the point? We all know what they're going to say!" She fires back through the tears. Alya sighs in defeat and pushes the tests away from her, towards me. I slowly picked up one of the sticks and read it. A smile brighter than the sun stretched from one ear to the other. Two pink lines. Pregnant? My smile quickly faded. It had to just be a fluke? Right? As fast as I could I grabbed the other two sticks. Both with two pink lines on each. My smile returned as I stared down at the three positive tests in my hands. Alya looks over at me.

"Adrien? Adrien, why are you smiling?" She says sternly. I just continue to grin at the tests. Marinette looks up from her knees, tear still dripping from her eyes, now filled with confusion and curiosity. "ADRIEN AGRESTE! IF YOU DON'T BLOODY TELL ME RIGHT NOW-" Before Alya could finish threatening me, I spoke up.

"They're positive. They're all positive!" I exclaimed excitedly. Marinette matched my grin as soon as the words were out of my mouth. She practically leaps over to hug me. Are we supposed to be this happy?

"What? But how?!" Alya facial expression showed a mixture of emotions. "Guys… I have to interrogate a doctor…"

…

Once we were at the hospital (again) Alya went into full rage mode. She stormed up to the receptionist and let it all out.

"Listen here missy! My friend got told by one of your doctors that she had a miscarriage, but when we get home, she's still pregnant?! Are your doctors lying to their patients?!" The receptionist looked rather scared.

"I'm sorry miss! Ah… we can run a few tests on her if you like?" She replied in a small, shaky voice.

"Yes please! With a different doctor!" Alya continued to scream. We were moved into a room where an obstetrician ran a view tests, including an ultrasound, on my Marinette. Wait, my?

"Well, I am sorry, miss, but you it was indeed a miscarriage…" The doctor explained when she was done. Marinette and I hung our heads in sorrow. Alya, however, was not so easily put down.

"Then why did it say she is still pregnant?!" Alya yelled. The doctor looked at her annoyed.

"Because she is?" The doctor retorted as though we were all supposed to know that. Marinette and I whipped our heads up in surprise and confusion.

"Only one of the babies is gone."

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Don't judge! Hope you like it!

Sticks and Stones don't normally hurt me…

But words sure can hella hurt!

~Allie