Before you knew

170.

'Clay-'

'We're nearly there.'

Clay speeds over the highway and to the hospital.
I'm scared for dear life as I wrap my arms around myself.
What if this is where it ends?
What if we get no say in whether we can keep the baby or not.

'Clay.' I cry before I grit my teeth at the new wave of pain.
Sweat stands on his forehead as he focuses on the road.

He pulls the maximum out of this car by speeding like this.

We arrive and Clay leaves me seated in the car by the emergency entrance.
He comes out with a nurse who holds towels.

Soon after a gurney follows.

Clay opens my door.
'Can you stand up?'
He holds out his hands, and I take them.
Right when I want to stand up, more aching pain sets in.
'Take some deep breaths, miss.'

I take deep breaths, Clay giving trying to stand no time, as he picks me up and sets me down on the gurney.
'Clay I'm really scared.' I say as I tightly hold his hand. 'I know.'

They pull us apart, making Clay wait in the waiting room.
I get led further into the hospital.

After what seemed like forever, they are done, and let me rest in a room.
I lay alone, awaiting the results as I know Clay must be losing his mind on his own.
The pain started to ease as they gave me more pain medication.

My skin is clammy, sweat standing on my forehead.

'Hey.'
I turn my head to clays voice.
His eyes are a little red, and he seems pale.
I give him a soft smile and reach to him.

He takes my hand and kisses the back of it.
'How are you feeling?'

I shrug.
Like my insides have been stirred all over the place and left like that.
Like I didn't drink for the past few days, and my mind has gone foggy.
But I can't tell him that.

'I'll be alright.'
He lets out a sigh.
'That's a first.'