Chance Ball Chapter 59: Tell ’em

Your anguished cry followed Dabi out as he threw the swinging double doors open and stormed out into the hallway, walking straight over to the opposite wall and slamming his fist into it.

“FUCK.” He yelled into the clinically white wall, hurling his fist against it again before banging his forehead into it, his face contorted with so many mixed emotions he didn’t know which one to focus on at that point.

He heard your cry again followed with hitched sobbing noises and he immediately turned and walked straight back into the room, 100% focused on you as he made straight towards you and grabbed you in a tight hug, half bend over the exam bed as you tried to half sit up.

The doctor stepped back and silently excused himself as Dabi held you tight in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, “I didn’t know, I honestly didn’t know.”

Dabi didn’t say anything he just gripped you tighter, crunching his teeth together and gritting hard as he bit back tears.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered in an anguished voice, “please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He grunted, burying his face into your neck as you clung to him.

You both continued to hug, desperately clinging to each other and praying this nightmare would end.

After what felt like an eternity the sonographer returned and told you that the warden would be in soon to take you into the maternity ward. The medical staff wanted to keep an eye on you overnight to make sure everything was alright (as far as the termination was concerned) and the midwives wanted to talk to you as well.

“I’m sorry.” The nurse said as you were admitted to the ward, “your partner will have to leave but he is welcome to visit you tomorrow.”

You looked sadly at Dabi and he nodded solemnly at the nurse before glancing at you.

“Y/N, your parents are here and are waiting to see you, I will show them in once you are ready.” The nurse added.

“Oh shit!” You gasped internally, completely forgetting about your parents, “do they know what’s going on?”

The nurse left and Dabi said his goodbyes.

“You need to rest.” He said gruffly as he reached out and took your hand, squeezing it firmly in his.

“Dabi.” You said again in a meek voice, “I really am sorry, this is all my fault.”

He didn’t say anything but just looked away and clenched his jaw then unclenched and cleared his throat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said in a raspy low voice.

Your heart sank again, and as he left the hospital room tears spilled from your eyes.

“I honestly thought it was negative.” You wailed to yourself internally, “I wouldn’t have knowingly put the baby in danger.”

As you cried to yourself your parents walked into the room and your mum ran to the side of the bed.

“Honey?” Your mum said urgently, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

You tried to wipe your tears away and put on a brave face but you just didn’t feel like putting on the mask at that point and your futile efforts went down the plug hole as you started bawling again.

“I’m fine.” You wailed.

“All we know is you got hit?” Your mum continued, stroking your hair with fond concern as you lay semi propped up. “Where did you get hit, honey?”

“In my gut.” You replied, “it just hurt bad that’s all.”

As you were finishing your sentence the doctor came into the room and addressed you and you froze.

“Shit no. God. Please don’t say anything. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You screamed internally, your widened eyes begging him to remain silent but he wasn’t catching any of your urgent signals.

“Miss L/N.” The doctor said bluntly, “I would like to discuss your blood results, if that is ok?”

“Ummmm.” You hummed nervously.

“Privately, of course.” He said, smiling politely at your parents.

Your mum and dad looked at him and then you.

“Why aren’t we allowed to hear the results?” Your father asked suspiciously.

“This is a confidential consult.” The doctor said authoritatively, “I will be out to talk with you in a minute.” He added as he stepped to the side and swiftly swung his arm out to indicate for them to leave.

Begrudgingly your parents left, leaving you to talk privately with the doctor.

“Miss L/N, your blood work indicates that there was already an abnormality with the pregnancy and had you not sustained the blow to the abdomen your body would have terminated the fetus anyway.” The doctor said bluntly, sticking purely with the facts and not letting any emotions get in the way.

“What?” You asked numbly.

He nodded solemnly.

“Currently you are at 7 weeks and we would like to keep you overnight and administer abortifacient should the body fail to completely expel…..” his voice droning on in the background as you internalized, going numb as you came to terms with the fact that, either way, you would have ended up having a miscarriage.

You felt sick to your stomach and you went limp in the bed, looking off towards the wall as the doctor kept talking.

“…….I feel it would be best to let your parents know…” you heard him say, your head whipping towards him when you registered what he had just said.

“No.” You said fearfully, “no please, please don’t.”

“If you insist that I do not tell them then you will have to tell them.” He said sternly, “there is no other way to explain why we are holding you overnight.”

You teared up again, fear gripping you by the windpipe and threatening to crush your vocal cords.

“I-….I’ll do it.” You whispered hoarsely.

“Very well.” He replied as he stood up, “the nurse will be in later to check on you.”

You nodded mechanically and watched him go, heart thumping heavily in your chest as you waited for your parents to come back in.

As promised the doctor only spoke with them briefly and didn’t mention anything about the miscarriage but did say that you had something to tell them.

Your dad entered first, looking very concerned as he walked up to the bed.

“There’s something you want to tell us?” He asked.

Your mum came up on the other side of the bed and you looked at them both as your bottom lip started to quiver.

“M-mum?… Dad? Please, don’t be mad.” You said in a wobbly voice.

“What is it?” Your mum asked softly, “sweetheart, are you pregnant?”

“No.” You replied brokenly, tears streaming down your face, “I lost the baby.”

Your mum gasped and clasped a hand to her mouth and your dad hung his head as he gripped harder onto the side rail of the hospital bed. 

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