Page 101 of The Plan

Sire

Four Years Earlier

She’s waking up.” I shootup from my seat and stand by the doctor over Vid.Please let her be okay. Take me if you need a life, but please let her be okay.

She slowly opens her eyes, adjusting them to the light. The doctor checks her pupils, and Vidia looks confused.

“Vidia, can you hear me? My name is Dr. Mclain. Do you remember what happened?” I stand beside her in anticipation for a sign that she’s okay, that she’s not in any more pain than what I already caused her.

“How did I get here?” She reaches for her forehead and then pulls back with a wince when she touches her wound. I hate myself even more at this moment for letting her walk away. This would’ve never happened.

“Your boyfriend ran here with you. He’s a lot stronger than he looks.” The doctor tries to lighten the mood and chuckles, but the air is still stiff. I ran here with her because there was no damn service to call for help in the ditch she was in.

A few people who were on their way to the party saw the accident, and when I heard them describing Vidia’s car, my mind raced with the endless possibilities of what could’ve happened to her, so I ran.

Vidia looks over at me, just now realizing my presence, and it’s as though all the cloudiness in her eyes fades, and she recalls everything from tonight.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Her voice is cold, and I feel my heart sink. I can’t tell if I’m still out of breath from running here, but it’s suddenly harder to breathe.She’s angry. She doesn’t mean it.

Vidia pulls the IV out of her arm and sits up to leave but lets out a gasp of pain and hunches over. Out of reflex, I reach for her. “What’s wrong?” She takes a deep breath and then sits up straight again.

“I’m fine. Stop touching me.” I reluctantly pull away and keep my touch off of her.

“You shouldn’t leave. I still—” Vid interrupts the doctor and throws the blanket off.

“I said, I’m fi—AH!” Her knees go out as she tries to stand, and my arms go around her waist, catching her. She doesn’t comment about me touching her, but the pain is written all over her face. It hurts me to even look at her.

I look down at her, and my eyes widen a bit. “Vidia, you’re bleeding.” Blood trickles down her thighs, and I feel myself start to panic. I can’t remember if she was cut from the glass when I dragged her out of the car. Dammit, I should’ve checked.

The doctor presses on her stomach. “AH! AH!” I feel my breath get caught in my throat, hearing how much pain she’s in, andagainst her wishes, I hold onto her hand. Maybe for my own relief, but either way, she doesn't pull away.

“Let’s check for internal bleeding.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you check for that when I first brought her in?” My head flicks down to Vid when she winces in pain again. I clench my jaw and give her hand a light squeeze as I take a deep breath, calming myself because she doesn't need me to argue with doctors right now.

The idiot doctor pours a jelly type of liquid onto Vidia’s stomach and then rubs her with some sort of control that’s connected to a computer screen. Vidia watches the screen, so I do the same, but I have no idea what we're looking at. It’s just a black and gray screen, but since Vid’s in pre-med, she seems to know what we’re looking at.

The doctor stops moving the control, and I feel Vidia pull her hand out of my grasp. “There’s no heartbeat. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“What?” I look down at Vidia, confused, because her heart is clearly beating, and I’m no doctor, but I know her heart isn’t in her stomach.

She’s staring down at her stomach with a blank expression, and when the doctor whips away the jelly, she clings onto her stomach like she doesn't ever want to let go.

“What do you mean by no heartbeat?” I ask, but I seem to be the only one who's confused. Vidia just closes her eyes, obviously still in a lot of pain.

“The baby doesn’t have a heartbeat. It didn’t survive the crash. I’m sorry, but she’s miscarrying.” I stare at the doctor, soaking in her words.The baby?I look back down at Vidia. My eyes travel down to her stomach, where her hands are still wrapped around herself.

“You’re pregnant?”Was pregnant.I feel a chill run down my spine, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, Vidia lets out a sob. I drop onto the bed beside her and pull her into my chest.

She fights against me, but I hold her anyway. Needing to hold her, knowing she needs someone to hold her. She lets out a scream in pain, then another sob, louder than the last. After the longest minute of fighting to push me away, she gives up and lets me pull her into my arms.

She was holding back her tears before, not letting me see her pain, but now she doesn’t hold back and lets it all out as the entire night hits her in one blow.

When she grips me, I look down, and more blood is streaming between her legs. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sight and hold her tighter against my chest. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” My voice cracks, and I can barely hear my own voice over her screams.

I know she’s the one in all the pain, but it physically hurts seeing her like this. Hearing her scream and cry like her world just came crashing down around her. In a way, I’m sure it did.

I feel my own tears start to form, but I fight to keep them at bay. I did this. I shouldn’t be the one who’s crying. “This is all my fault.”Please forgive me for this.Against my efforts, tears roll down my cheek.

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