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I expect him to say something when he starts driving, after all he’s taking me somewhere for a reason even if it is a deserted field so he can kill me for touching his sister.
Eventually the silence gets too much. “Where exactly are we going?”
“Somewhere you need to be,” is his cryptic answer then he says no more. Brilliant!
When he turns into the hospital car park I start to panic. “Shit, what’s happened, is everyone okay?”
“Yes, don’t panic. Come on.”
After paying I follow Ruben towards the west wing of the hospital confused as fuck. I pause when we get to the entrance. I hate hospitals and this is even worse because I have no idea why I’m about to go in one.
“Come on, Fin,” Ruben grumbles.
“But…I…”
“Hate hospitals, yes I know, but Connie needs you.”
That makes my head snap up, the panic I was feeling triples and dread fills my stomach. “Connie?” I question in case my mind is playing tricks on me and I misheard.
“Yes, now come on, we might already be too late.”
“Too late?”
“For fuck fake,” Ruben complains as he grabs my upper arm and gives me a good tug towards the entrance.
Once inside I follow Ruben as he marches up to a reception desk and demands to know where Connie is. Other than hearing her name a couple of times I don’t make anything else out, my ears fill with a buzzing as panic flows through my veins.
“Right she’s through that door, go on.”
“But…I…uh.”
“GO!” he shouts and once again pushes me in the right direction. I stumble past the couple of people sat waiting outside the room I’m heading towards and swing the door open.
As soon as it opens I see her. She’s led on a bed with her top pushed up exposing her stomach. When she props herself up to see what’s going on I get even more worried than before. She is pale, almost grey, her eyes that usually sparkle are sad and filled with unshed tears.
The other woman in the room says something, I can only presume she telling me off for intruding but my focus is glued on Connie and all sorts of thoughts are filling my head with what could be wrong with her.
My senses start to come back to me a little when Connie talks. She reassures the woman that I can be there and after being told to pull up a chair I sit down next to Connie.
I just open my mouth to ask her if she’s okay when the woman turns her computer around so we can see it. Fuck knows why though, there must be something wrong with it because it’s all back, white and fuzzy.
And then my world stops spinning.
“There’s your baby’s heartbeat. Everything looks absolutely fine. I would say you’re about eleven weeks. Congratulations.”
What. The. Fuck?
I look from the smiling woman down to Connie who is staring at the screen unblinking as those previously unshed tears run down her cheeks.
“Everything’s really okay?” she asks and the woman reassures her and points things out on the screen.
I just stare at them in total disbelief.
Connie’s pregnant.
Connie’s eleven weeks pregnant.
And that means…fuck!
