Demi

"I think i'm having a miscarriage."

Nicko froze for a second, staring at me with the most horrified expression I'd ever seen on anyone, it chilled me to the core and was instantly burned into my memory. In the next instant he helped me down to the floor.

"Hang on Demi. Let me get clothes."

I curled into a ball as he quickly washed the blood off himself and ran, naked, into the bedroom. He came back within a few minutes, working as fast as he could to dry me off and get me in clothes. I began crying then, hysterical and inconsolable as I vaguely heard him explain that Angelina was two minutes away to come watch Mia. Nicko lifted me up in his arms and I closed my eyes, burying my face into his neck as I kept sobbing. We got to the front door and Angelina was already there, gasping at the sight of me. Nicko murmured something to her then ran with me to the garage and into his car- I couldn't tell you which one, then with the engine snarling, he tore up the winding driveway and out onto the highway, clearly not bothering with traffic laws as we reached hospital in minutes. He screeched to a halt in the emergency station and he got out, rushing to my side and picking me up again.

"Hold on Demi, you're gonna be okay." He tried to reassure me, and ran inside the hospital, "Someone help!"

Nurses and Doctors swarmed us instantly, trying to convince Nicko to let go of me so I could get on a gurney. Finally, he put me down and I whimpered when his hand fell from mine and they began wheeling me away.

"NO!" I screamed out, panicked suddenly when I couldn't see him, "NICKO! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"DEMI!" I heard him yell, then, "GET OFF ME!"

He appeared above me for a split second, then my world went black.

~*Nicko*~

Demi's eyes rolled back just as I reached her and I let out a strangled sound, my body going limp as the security guards reached me, holding both of my arms. "Sir. Please sit down. Your wife is going to be well taken care of." I let them lead me away, avoiding the doctor that was lying on the floor knocked out cold from when I punched him for trying to stop me from getting to Demi. They brought me to a private waiting room on what I assumed was the VIP floor and I collapsed into a chair, gripping my hair in my hands,

"Mr. Brooks?"

I lifted my head, seeing a nurse in pink scrubs, "Yes?"

"My name is Kristine. I know this is extremely difficult but it would make it much easier to treat your wife if you could answer a few questions for me."

I sighed not bothering to correct the 'wife' thing, "Okay, sure yeah."

"Do you know how far along she is?"

I bowed my head, feeling tears come to my eyes, "We didn't even know she was pregnant."

"Okay, that's okay. Had she been taking any medications?"

I quickly rattled off her medications, "Could they have caused this?"

Kristine shook her head, "It's not likely. The medications wouldn't have a damaging effect on the fetus unless she had been taking higher doses."

I shook my head, "She wouldn't of done that."

The nurse wrote down my answers, "Was there anything in the past couple of days that was unusual or could've triggered irritation in her uterus."

My body went cold and I leaned back in my chair, feeling like I was suffocating, "We had sex." I gasped out, "It was rough. We didn't know. We didn't think she was pregnant. I didn't think-" I broke off and covered my mouth with my hand, "Could that have done it."

She pursed her lips, looking sympathetic, "Normally intercourse isn't a problem factor this early in development, but more aggressive actions could've irritated her uterus."

I clenched my fists, "I would like to be alone right now if you don't mind."

Kristine nodded and stood up, "I'll go check on your wife's progress then come back when I hear anything."

I nodded and when she shut the door, stood up, beginning to pace back and forth. I kept clenching my hands, resisting the urge to punch the walls. I took out my phone and texted Demi's mom to come to New York, not explaining the situation, only that Demi was in the hospital. She answered within a few minutes and said the next flight wasn't until the morning but that they were trying to get a private plane. Eventually the nurse came back and told me they had taken Demi into surgery but that her vitals were stable. I didn't have to listen to her tell me that the baby hadn't survived, I already knew that, but I did anyway. I hung on every syllable that came out of her mouth. When she walked back out I sat in the chair, but soon was up again, pacing and trying to get the thought out of my head. This was all my fault. I had lost control and got too rough. I killed our baby. I paced like this for another hour, the minutes ticking by slowly.

"Mr. Brooks?"

I whipped around and tensed when I saw a doctor there, clearly fresh out of surgery, "Demi is stable. She's asleep, and we've given her enough pain medication to keep her asleep until the morning."

I nodded and followed him to the private room they had, sucking in my breath at the sight of Demi laying in the hospital bed, unconscious. I took two sides across the room and pulled her hand up to my mouth, lacing our fingers together as I kissed her knuckles.

"We performed a D and C on Demi which means all of the remaining tissue has been removed from her uterus so she won't have to go back under for another procedure. When she wakes up she'll be on pain medication, so drowsiness and confusion is normal. I understand you two didn't know of her pregnancy?"

I slowly shook my head, not looking away from Demi's face.

"I'll leave some pamphlets out for you two. If you have any questions, I'll make rounds in another hour and the nurses are always in the hallway."

I didn't bother nodding as he left along with the nurses, and I was alone with Demi.

"I'm so sorry baby." I whispered, kissing her knuckles again, "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry."

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get the sound of her screaming at me not to leave her out of my head.

I'm so sorry.

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