Love You Too: PART FIFTY EIGHT

-TIFFANY-

"Get her into have her baby checked please" Nate called, still cradling me. I felt a lot better than I had done, and my minor injuries were fading away almost before my very eyes. What was panicking me the most though, was seeing Nate so stressed and worked up about me feeling queasy. I'd already told him I was feeling better, but he was having none of it. Truth be told, it was coming in waves: waves of nauseating pain that cursed through my body.
After a series of tests, and another scan, the nurse who was dealing with us left the room with her clipboard. Nate had stood beside me the whole time, his hand in mine, the other stroking my hair. He'd been trying to peek at the screen during the scan, but it was angled in such a ferocious manner, concealing our baby from us.
"Please don't worry" I said, looking up at him, feeling waves of stress and anxiety radiating off him.
"Leave the worrying to me. You just relax" he said, placing a single cool hand on my clammy forehead.
After a silent period of around 5 minutes, the nurse came back in with the doctor.
"Hello, please, sit down" he said to Nate, pushing a chair in his vague direction.
"Okay" Nate said tentatively.
"Right, obviously you've been under a lot of stress, and as you may have gathered that hasn't been very good for your baby"
"Is it alright?" Nate interjected quickly.
"We've done a lot of tests, and unfortunately we've struggled to find a heartbeat. Now, that doesn't mean your baby isn't living anymore, we'll need to run some more accurate tests before we can come to any definite conclusion, is that okay?"
I nodded slowly, staring straight through the doctor's old haggard face. As soon as he said 'heartbeat', a shiver passed down my whole body, from head to toe, causing my heart to leap down into the recesses of my body. Nate's hand dropped from mine, leaving it hanging there, off the bed, like a severed limb.
"I'll give you a few minutes, give us a shout when you're ready for the next tests" he said, backing out of the door and leaving us in deathly silence.
I continued to stare into oblivion, not really taking in any detail of what was happening outside. This was only broken when Nate stood up. He walked slowly out of the door, stopping on the other side of the glass window, where I could still see him.
I watched him intently, through my now tear stained eyes. He leaned back on the window and his head flopped forward. His shoulders began to shudder up and down, and that was when I knew he was crying. He was crushed. All his hopes and dreams had all been shattered in one blow.
I saw Mollie come running over, and she put her hand on his shoulder. After they briefly talked, she came rushing in, panic surging through every nerve in her face.
"Tiffany" she said, half whispering through tears. She came to lie alongside me, and she held me. I couldn't speak though; too many emotions were rushing through me, and I didn't know what was true anymore.
"I'm so sorry" she said, hugging me tighter.
"Not your fault" I said, finally. My voice sounded dead and monotonous, matching my expression. "Can you tell the doctor I'm ready?" I said to Mollie, who looked at me with tears welling in her eyes. They shook as she shivered, and she walked out slowly.
"Do you need your husband with you?" he doctor said as he shut the door.
"He's not my husband" I said, looking out at Nate who was still outside. "And I think it'll be too much for him".
"Alright then,if you're sure? Let's begin"