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“If she wakes up and needs anything, just press the button.” The nurse slipped out of the room, and I sat back in my chair.
Delaney was asleep in the hospital bed, and I was wide awake watching her.
The baby was gone.
The doctor who had first admitted us confirmed the fear we both had as we drove silently to the hospital at one o’clock in the morning.
Delaney had miscarried.
They had done something called a D&C to get everything out of her so she wouldn’t get an infection, and now, she was doped up on some good drugs and sleeping.
I had held her hand the whole time. Promising her everything was going to be fine. That we would get through whatever was happening.
We had made it through, but right now, I had no idea how we were going to be fine.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I numbly pulled it out to see Leelee calling me. A glance at the clock showed it was half past two. “Hello?” I said hoarsely.
“Jaaaaay,” she shouted.
I held the phone from my ear and winced. Leelee was wasted. “I can’t talk, Leelee. Are you okay?”
“I’m drunk, and why can’t you talk? Did I interrupt you and Delaney getting it on?”
I closed my eyes and tried not to get pissed off at Leelee. She had no idea what was going on. “Delaney is sleeping, Leelee.” My voice cracked, and I felt the tears coming. “Can you just call me in the morning?”
“Jay?” Leelee’s tone changed, and she didn’t sound like the same woman who had just said she was drunk.
“Yeah, Lee.”
“Where are you?”
I opened my eyes and looked around the darkened room. “Room twelve nineteen in the Southside State Hospital. Delaney lost the baby.”
My world fully dropped out from under me, and I couldn’t hear a word Leelee said because I was crying too hard to breath, let alone hear.
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