5437 |l.h

• F I V E •

F I V E
How deep

Days went by and I had no update on how that blood test went. So I started to call Dr. Petters nonstop to get information, but whenever I called he was in a consult or surgery.

My nerves were eating me up alive, I couldn't sleep and I was only eating because Ashton made me swallow the food down my throat. I could feel myself losing strength but no will to regain it.

"Liza, you gotta eat" Mike sat next to me on the couch offering me a plate with eggs and bacon

I was glued to the phone, ringing Dr. Petters again and again.

"I need to know" I mutter as I dial the number I know by heart so far

"And you need to eat!" He shouts "The baby needs to keep growing so you must eat" he insists

But my trembeling hands can't leave the phone

"Give me this" he takes the phone out of my hand "I'll keep ringing him as you eat" he glances at the card lying down on the phone table and dial the numbers

I stare the food but I don't feel like eating.

"Go on, eat it" Mike insists

I stare the plate and take a bite. I chew the yummy bacon but my appetite doesn't crave for more. I try the eggs, its good but I don't feel like eating.

Mike sends me an angry look so I hurry on finishing the plate even knowing I don't want it.

"Good girl" he squeezes my shoulder and I take the phone from him as we retrieves the plate and walks to the kitchen

I try calling the doctor one last time before heading to the clinic.

It rings till it reaches the voicemail.

"This punk" I mutter with the phone still on my ear

I turn it off and grab a jacket to leave.

"Where're you going?" Ashton asks coming out of the room shirtless and rubbing his eyes.

"To the clinic" I put my Vans on as he stares me wondering why would I go there again "That Dr. Punk isn't answering my calls and I need to know what's wrong with my baby" I glance to my refection on the mirror on my way out

I look so different. I look grown up. My hair is wavy and long, my face is pale but not a bad pale, just a careless pale because I don't have to look good to anyone anymore. I sigh and keep going

"Wait! I'll go with you" Ashton says running into his room to grab a shirt and a pair of worn out jeans

I wait for him at the elevator. Mike shouts saying I shouldn't be very rude and asking us to get back for lunch. He sounds like a housewife. Adorable.

We take a taxi till the clinic and as soon as we enter the reception I see Dr. Petters writing something on a paper.

"Dr. Petters!" I shout and run towards him, Ashton follows me

"Oh, Liza" he sighs and the look on his face doesn't seem great "Let's get in my office and chat a bit" he walks towards a white door