I walk around the emergency room waiting are, desperately looking for my fiancé and only way home from here. At this point, I am even open to letting Chris drive me home. I know Chris probably followed the ambulance here just like Darren. He definitely sees this as a way to try to weasel his way back into my life.

But right now, I do not care about any of that.

I just want to get out of here.

Neither of them are anywhere to be found. Did they really leave me stranded at the hospital with a broken wrist? I even checked the cafeteria to see if they were getting a snack or something.

No luck.

My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out to answer it. Why didn't I think to use my phone to text Darren? Idiot.

"Hello?" I answer the unknown number, something I do not normally do. I am not sure what possessed to answer it this time.

"Ciara, thank god."

"Darren?" I ask, plugging my other ear with my finger so I can hear over the incoming sirens. "Where are you?"

"Listen, I need you to come get me. Bring your purse. I," he sighs. "I'm in jail. They have me one phone call. I was t even sure if you would pick up."

"What? Darren?" I laugh angrily. "Jail?!"" What the fuck, Darren!"

"I know, I know. I can explain. Please, just come get me. I'm so sorry." He begs me.

"I don't have a car! You left me alone here!" I try my best not to cause a scene. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I reply. "Fine. I will call an Uber or something. You better have a damn good explanation for this."

"Thank you. Oh god thank you."

I start trying process to call for a ride. God, could today get any worse?

I probably shouldn't be asking that. I know it can get worse. In fact, it probably will. With the way my day is going, this is probably just the beginning.

***

Pulling up to the jail, I thank the driver and exit his vehicle. I enter the building and sigh. "Are you serious?" I ask, slapping my hand against my thigh upon seeing Darren slumped against the wall of the cell in front of me.

He quickly jumps to his feet and over to the bars. "Ciara! My god, your arm. Are you okay?" He asks.

I walk over to him, noticing the officer has no problem with me getting closer.

"You look like this and are in jail and your first thought is if I am okay?" I ask.

"Of course. You are always my first thought."

Darren's lip is split and bloody. He also has a pretty decent sized cut in his eyebrow that looks like it hurts. His eyebrow hair is matted in the blood from the wound. Blood drops over his shirt.

I look to the cell beside Darren. Chris stands at the bars trying to smile at me. His fat lip is making it difficult for him to do anything but pout. He is just as cut up and bloody as Darren.

I touch Darren's cheek and smile sadly. "Let's get you out of here." I walk to the officer and post Darren's bail.

I sigh and look back over at the two bloody men. "And could I post his bail too?" I ask.

"He a friend of yours?" The officer asks.

I sigh. "Not really. But he shouldn't be in here."

Despite everything Chris has done to me and the chaos he has brought into my life, I do not believe he is a bad guy. I will need to get to the bottom of what happened today but I would hate for someone to get a picture of him in this vulnerable state and post it to the tabloids. He could be ruined.

"But can you let him out in 15 minutes? I'll need to arrange a ride for him."

The officer nods and unlocks Darren's cell. He runs out and hugs me. I groan from how tight he squeezes me. "Let's go."

Chris does not say a word to me. I am not sure if he can not speak or if he thinks he will make things worse if he begs me to release him. His silence speaks volumes.

As soon as the door is shut behind us, I smack Darren. "What the hell?!"

"I know." He wipes his face. "He showed up at the hospital and tried to bribe the nurse to get into your room. After what happened to you-" he shakes his head. "Ciara I have been terrible to you. What happened was not your fault. I have been treating you like the bad guy instead of the victim."

"What happened? You need to tell me everything."

I send a quick message to my dad to get security and to think of some sort of way to get Chris out of that jail without being seen by anyone. I also take the time to call us another Uber so we can get back to the car.

"He was trying so hard to get into your room. I tried too but they wouldn't let me. But he kept trying. He just wouldn't stop. I tried to make him leave." He wipes his face again. "I don't even know what happened next. I just remember fists flying. I was so angry."

I shake my head. "The nurses would not let you inside the room because I asked them not to."

"Ciara?" He asks, sadness in his voice. "Why?"

"Because I am pregnant, Darren. And I spent the entire ride over here trying to figure out how to tell you that you probably aren't even the father." I start to cry.

"Probably?" He shakes his head. Then, it clicks. He realizes what I realized hours ago.

Author's note: what do you think will happen with Diara next?

Darren + Ciara = Diara!

Do you like their ship name? Should it be Carren ?