Page 99 of Forbidden (Fallen 2)
Patrick came over and laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
“Will she be okay?” I asked.
“She’ll be fine. Her ribs are bruised and she hit her head pretty hard. We’re keeping her sedated because of the pain but it could have been a whole lot worse. It’s as if something stopped her from moving around in the car. It’s nothing short of a miracle. But she’s in a slight coma-,” he said before I interrupted.
“Coma!” I said standing.
“It’s nothing to worry about. She should wake up in a few days.”
“A few days!” I shouted.
“Yes, young man its normal and nothing to worry about I promise you. Who do you think you are speaking to me like this?”
“I’m her fiancé! How dare you speak to me in such a way.”
“Jonathon,” said Patrick warningly.
“I’m sorry sir. You both just seem so young.”
I ran my hands angrily through my hair and sat back down. I wanted to rip this man’s throat out. I was so angry and everyone seemed to be making me angrier. It was taking every inch of self-control I possessed not to snap. I was at my limit.
He cleared his throat and said the words I was not prepared to hear, “I do have some bad news, however.”
I stood again. I couldn’t breathe. Patrick put an arm around me in comfort. He looked at me sympathetically. The doctor then said words I was even more unprepared to hear.
“It appears, well, in the wreck, I’m sorry to say, well she lost the baby.”
“What baby?” I said.
Patrick’s grip tightened in shock.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t know? She was pregnant. About six weeks I’d say.”
I put my head back in my hands. This was just getting worse and worse. I hadn’t told Patrick that Kylie and I had made love. Quite frankly I thought it was better left between the two of us and was no one else’s business. But I guessed it was too late. I wiped my face.
“Jonathon?” said Patrick shocked.
“Later,” I said.
The doctor looked between the two of us. “I’ll leave you for now. I’ll be back to check on her later,” he said before making his swift exit.
I sat down and took her hand in mine bringing it to my lips in a kiss.
“Jonathon?” said Patrick. “What is going on? What baby?”
I hung my head. “I’m sorry, Patrick. I am. But we did it. We made love. I know you told me to wait. But, well, she can be pretty convincing when she wants something and I’m not saying I’m an innocent party because I wanted to do it too even though I also wanted to wait and do it right. I guess my self-control isn’t as good as we all thought.”
“When? When did it happen?”
“The night of the battle after I proposed.”
“Jonathon,” he said and just his saying my name spoke volumes.
“I know.”
“If she hadn’t lost the baby she would have died in childbirth.”
“I know, Patrick,” I growled. I didn’t want to hear this. I hated him knowing how much of a failure I was. I couldn’t keep it in my pants and look where it had led us.
