Page 22 of Not Afraid to Trust Again
“No. No,” I whispered. I wiped myself, and there was more blood.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Kyden but didn’t get an answer. I knew I needed to get to the hospital,but I didn’t feel comfortable driving. I was in pain, and the loss of blood made me feel weak. I leaned my head against the bathroom wall and tried to call Kyden again, but again, it went to voicemail.
I sniffled as tears continued to fall. I held my arm against my stomach and rocked. With my free hand, I called my sister.
“Hey, Nae, shouldn’t you be filling someone’s prescriptions?” she teased, but I couldn’t even giggle back.
“Nae, I need you,” I whispered because I didn’t want anyone to hear me, and I felt like if I talked louder, it would hurt more. The two didn’t correlate, but that’s where my head was at.
Usually, it was funny that we called each other Nae, and that was why Kyden insisted on calling me my middle name.
“What’s wrong?”
I closed my eyes at the shakiness of her voice.
“I need to get to the hospital,” I croaked.
“I’m on my way. Do you need me to stay on the phone?” I could hear her moving around then telling Ashley she had an emergency.
“No, I’m in the bathroom at the pharmacy. Just please hurry up.”
She assured me she would be to me shortly, so I hung up. I tried to call Kyden again, and he still didn’t answer. I guessed he was probably in the middle of something because he always answered my calls.
I put the phone back in my pocket and cleaned myself up as best as I could. Once I got myself partially together, I walked on unsteady legs to the locker room, which was right next to the bathroom, and got my belongings. I went back into the bathroom because I didn’t want anyone to find me and ask questions.
Since I never cleaned out my bag, I had a pad in there from the last time I had a period, and some wipes. I wiped myselfagain and put the pad in my panties. They were already ruined, but I didn’t want any blood running down my legs and ruining my pants.
I was in so much pain, and I couldn’t stop crying. I wanted to lie on the floor, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. It felt like the room was spinning, so I leaned against the wall.
I closed my eyes and said a prayer that my baby and I would make it out of the bathroom okay, but I wasn’t confident that my baby would.
“Nae, open the door. It’s me.”
I heard my sister’s voice on the other side of the door, and I wanted to feel relieved, but I felt weak.
“Nae.” I groaned.
She jiggled the doorknob. “Open the door so I can get you some help. Please.”
I took a deep breath and stood.
“Ah.” I cried as more cramps hit me.
I grabbed my bag, made it to the door, and opened it. My sister had tears in her eyes when she saw my disheveled look. My own tears hadn’t let up.
She pulled me into her arms and rubbed my back. “What’s going on?”
I sniffled and mumbled, “I think I’m having a miscarriage.”
I heard the sharp intake of her breath, then she let me go. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
My sister still didn’t know about the baby, and if Kyden had answered his phone or if I had been able to drive myself to the hospital, she still may not have known.
I was thankful she didn’t ask me anything else as she put her arm around my shoulder and helped me out of the bathroom. The break room was near the back door, which was the employee entrance, so I didn’t have to risk being seen by the staff or any customers.
When we got to her car, Janae helped me then closed the door.
“I told the staff you had to go. Heather and Kia said they would take care of everything, including calling Erin.”
