anda were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get utama from work. Ponyboy had been watching anda for today, making sure anda “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck anda again, and anda just groan. “Baby Grace anda are early. anda aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” anda talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are anda ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” anda answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey tetikus on TV. All of a sudden anda really wanted some Chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can anda get me some Chocolate milk… Please?” anda ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but anda stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” anda wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands anda the carton. anda unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
anda spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” anda say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” anda clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
anda wince as another contraction hits.
anda might just be having a baby on the couch.
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are anda looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minit please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
