Save Me -Jaime Preciado
The New National Anthem
~Time skip of 1 week. Brianna's pov~
Jaime had set up a doctors appointment for me to get the first ultrasound the day we found out. I was going by myself since he had to help the guys out with something and I assured him I would be fine. I pulled into the parking lot of the office and signed myself in on the sheet and sat down. Not even 10 minutes later a nurse called my name and led me to a room. She checked my vitals and weight and height then left. A young woman, probably in her early 30's came in and smiled at me.
"I'm Dr. Anniston."
"Brianna," I smiled back at her and she started asking me questions.
"When did you take the test? Is the father involved? What's your financial state?"
"Last week, yes, and he has a pretty famous band and I have a part time job."
She nodded and told me to lean back and lift my shirt up. I did and then she rubbed a cold gel on my stomach which was still pretty flat. She moved the monitor towards herself and frowned a little as she moved the sensor (not sure what you call it) over my stomach in different places.
"Brianna you're not going to be happy to hear this, the baby's gone. Its obvious that you were pregnant but only for a couple weeks so you didn't show any noticable signs of miscarriage or they were what seemed like morning sickness. I'm sorry." She rubbed my shoulder as she cleaned off my stomach and I put my shirt down.
I grabbed my purse, whispered a thank you and quickly walked out of the office and into my car. I drove as fast as I could, nearly broke down the door and ran to my room. I went to the mirror and looked at my stomach, the tears coming down in violent streams. I didn't realize the front door had opened and slammed my fist into the mirror where my stomach was reflected. It shattered loudly as I cried on the floor with my bleeding hand. Two arms wrapped around me, one bare and one covered in tattoos.
"Hey. What's wrong?"
"Its gone," I answered coldly. It would probably hurt him, but I didn't care at the moment. I was stuck in my self-pity.
I saw one hand disappear and looked behind me to see him holding his mouth, tears going down his face now too.
I suddenly felt bad for how I answered him and hugged him, "how did we get so attached to something we only knee we had for a week?"
He shook his head and didn't say word, just climbed into bed and dragged me with him.
(feels)
Jaime had set up a doctors appointment for me to get the first ultrasound the day we found out. I was going by myself since he had to help the guys out with something and I assured him I would be fine. I pulled into the parking lot of the office and signed myself in on the sheet and sat down. Not even 10 minutes later a nurse called my name and led me to a room. She checked my vitals and weight and height then left. A young woman, probably in her early 30's came in and smiled at me.
"I'm Dr. Anniston."
"Brianna," I smiled back at her and she started asking me questions.
"When did you take the test? Is the father involved? What's your financial state?"
"Last week, yes, and he has a pretty famous band and I have a part time job."
She nodded and told me to lean back and lift my shirt up. I did and then she rubbed a cold gel on my stomach which was still pretty flat. She moved the monitor towards herself and frowned a little as she moved the sensor (not sure what you call it) over my stomach in different places.
"Brianna you're not going to be happy to hear this, the baby's gone. Its obvious that you were pregnant but only for a couple weeks so you didn't show any noticable signs of miscarriage or they were what seemed like morning sickness. I'm sorry." She rubbed my shoulder as she cleaned off my stomach and I put my shirt down.
I grabbed my purse, whispered a thank you and quickly walked out of the office and into my car. I drove as fast as I could, nearly broke down the door and ran to my room. I went to the mirror and looked at my stomach, the tears coming down in violent streams. I didn't realize the front door had opened and slammed my fist into the mirror where my stomach was reflected. It shattered loudly as I cried on the floor with my bleeding hand. Two arms wrapped around me, one bare and one covered in tattoos.
"Hey. What's wrong?"
"Its gone," I answered coldly. It would probably hurt him, but I didn't care at the moment. I was stuck in my self-pity.
I saw one hand disappear and looked behind me to see him holding his mouth, tears going down his face now too.
I suddenly felt bad for how I answered him and hugged him, "how did we get so attached to something we only knee we had for a week?"
He shook his head and didn't say word, just climbed into bed and dragged me with him.
(feels)
Yay!!!
11/18/13