Vanessa Stevens, after years of hard work, has finally perfected her time travel device to stop the deaths of Pelle Ohlin and Euronymous and to warn them about Varg.
Dead has all but given up on living. The only thing that keeps him somewhat sane is...
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Dead paced nervously around the waiting room, his hands tangled in his already messy blond hair; the lack of sleep painfully apparent from the dark circles around his eyes. It had already been a stressful week, to say the least, with Euronymous calling around to try and get them set up for their European tour along with multiple spats over new song lyrics, the last thing Dead wanted to worry about was becoming a parent and kiss it all goodbye. Still, he tried to put on a brave face for Vanessa; yet failing horribly. He glanced down at her as she sat on the couch beside Melanie and Hellhammer who had agreed to come with them for support. A part of him felt guilty for not sitting next to her, for not holding her hand like Melanie was doing. Yet his anxiety wouldn't let him be still if his life depended on it.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ohlin, we're ready for you," called the doctor.
Dead held his breath as the man called his name before following the older man into a smaller, more private, room. His hands shook as the door closed behind them. The room was small, almost like an office in a house. The walls were stark white with nothing but certificates and diplomas decorating a small portion of the back wall, yet there were no pictures or any signs of color to be found. Even the desk in front of them was void of any personal touch. The room had a dark energy about it, an energy that even Dead didn't like.
This wasn't a room for good news at all.
His face lost all color as he hurriedly looked at the man. "You're about to tell us something bad, aren't you?"
The doctor sighed, motioning to the chairs in front of the desk. "Please, have a seat, Mr. and Mrs. Ohlin."
Dead felt his breath stop once again at the mention of his name being called. No, not his name. Hers. They had told the receptionist she was his wife, yet the sound of it being called out by someone other than him made it seem all the more real. And soon it would be. Soon she really would be his wife and take his name. The thought steadied him as he took hold of her hand, leading her over to the two black chairs. Once seated, the doctor took his seat behind the desk.
Doctor Thomas Grimstad. Read the small nameplate.
"What's this about?" he questioned, his voice now steady.
Grimstad sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I am not sure if you both were hoping for a child or not, but, tests have concluded that you are not with child, Mrs. Ohlin. I am also sorry to inform you, Mrs. Ohlin, that you appear to not be able to have children."
Vanessa felt her heart drop into her stomach, her mouth opening and closing trying to find any words at all. She had always dreamt of having a baby, of having a family of her own. The world around her vanished, she could no longer feel Dead's hand holding her own or the tears that ran freely down her cheeks. The voices of Doctor Grimstad and Dead sounded like she was hearing them underwater as they talked back and forth. Her hand reached up to her mouth, biting her finger Vanessa tried to contain her cries.
"I can't..." she cried out, her other hand resting on her stomach.
Dead stopped mid sentence, looking beside him to see the broken hearted expression on Vanessa's face. Sure, he hadn't wanted to be a parent right now, but who was to say he would feel the same in the future? His heart felt heavy as he took her hand, unsure of what to say.
"Please," he begged as he turned back to the doctor. "Tell us there's something that can be done."
Doctor Grimstad sighed. "Mr. Ohlin, please understand that medical science has only come so far. Perhaps one day there will be more answers than there are right now. That's not to say that my diagnosis is one hundred percent correct. Your wife may very well be able to have a child in the future given some time. I've seen it a few times myself with previous patients. All you can do is hope and pray."
"Pray? Praying won't help her. If there were a God he wouldn't do this to someone who would be a wonderful mother!"
"I understand this is difficult, Mr. Ohlin..."
"How could you possibly understand? You don't know what she's going through! Your job is to sit there and break the bad news to people but you don't feel what they feel."
"Pelle," cried Vanessa as she squeezed his hand. "This isn't going to help anything."
Dead sighed, standing up from his seat. "Tack för ingenting."
If I had known this would happen, I never would have told her I wasn't ready.
Dead eyes shut tightly as he tried not to think about it. He already felt bad enough that there wasn't a damn thing he could do.
Maybe one day, when I'm not so fucked up, we could adopt. Maybe.
Looking down beside him as they walk down the long white hall, Dead watched as the spark of joy that was normally in her eyes was now completely gone. Replaced by sorrow, her vibrant green eyes had seemed to darken. His heart broke at the sight. As they approached the waiting room, Melanie quickly rushed to Vanessa's side, her smile now replaced with deep concern.
"Nessa," she cooed. "What happened? What's wrong?"
Vanessa sobbed harder as she choked on her words. "I...I'll ne...never be a m...mother."
