-SEQUEL TO PROVE YOURSELF-
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"Severus it won't stop bleeding..."
"Look at me."
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The continuous story of Y/N and Severus, as they now face more challenges as they ever have before.
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Before I could ask anymore questions, the pain intensified and now I was concerned for. For the baby....
I'm pregnant.
A moment that I should be thrilled, I felt the life drain from my face as I screamed in pain and Pomfrey stood there, thinking of what to do.
The pain was giving me a small break, as I gasped sharp breaths in and out, I looked at Pomfrey, wide eyed, as worry now filled me.
"Is.... is the baby okay?" I asked as I started to cry as the pain increased.
"I. I am not sure. I need to do more tests." She said sadly as she looked at me and went away.
I threw my head back, in pain, but mostly in worry as I started to gasp for air between sobs of my tears.
"Breath Y/N. Everything will be okay." Minerva said to me as she tried to sooth me, but only one person in the world could help me now, and that's Severus.
The man who did this...
It's almost like I didn't believe he did it on purpose. There was no way he'd do that willingly.
"I need Severus." I said while I was sobbing and I saw Minerva's entire demeanor fall as she squeezed my hand as I winced in pain, and cried with worry and fear. She and I both knew, I can't have Severus. At least not now. Possibly never.
Pomfrey came back with a potion and handed it to me.
"It's a pain potion. It'll make you rest while subsiding the pain so I can deal with everything else. I got you Y/N." Pomfrey said warmly, and I tried to catch my breath between the tears, and I drank the entire potion.
And almost immediately, my eyes grew tired and then nothing.
I flickered my eyes open, only to be met with the too familiar hospital wing ceiling that I have grown accustomed to.
And for a split second, I forgot everything. Everything that happened before never entered my mind.
But within seconds, everything came back to me and I shot up in the bed and grabbed my stomach as I started to breath heavy.
I heard the curtains to my area move open, but I was staring at the bed trying to focus on my breathing, as I was having a panic attack, scared of what happened.
I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and I looked up to be met with Remus's eyes.
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"Remus." I said with a sigh and I broke down even more as my body became too heavy for me to hold up anymore and he pulled me into his chest as I sobbed into his chest.
"Breath Y/N..... you're okay." He said into my hair.
"I. I can't do this anymore Remus... it's. It's too much..." I said between tears.
He gently rubbed my back as he just held me like that for a few minutes.
I pulled back and looked to him, as sadness filled his eyes, and my stomach dropped.
I knew that look.
It's a far too familiar look for me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, even though I was terrified of the answer. His eyes dropped down, and I saw them flicker to my stomach. I inhaled a sharp breath as he grabbed my hand, but still didn't make eye contact.
"You were pregnant with twins Y/N...."
"Were?" I said with a shaky breath as I realized what he said, and he just let out a shaky breath.
"One didn't make it Y/N... I am so, so sorry..." he said finally looking up to my eyes as I saw his eyes fill with tears...
It felt like my soul was being ripped from my body....
I was living this nightmare. I never imagined living this nightmare. Worst than any other nightmares I ever had.
I stared at the bed unable to move, as Remus held my hand tightly with his.
"And the other?" I said, without any expression, as I felt completely, and utterly paralyzed.
"He's okay."
I lifted my head slowly to his, as I realized he said he.
"He?" I asked breathy and Remus just nodded softly, looking down to my stomach.
I wanted to be excited.
I wanted to be thrilled.
But I can't.
This feeling is outer worldly, and undoubtedly the toughest thing to navigate.
Nothing can prepare you for these feelings.
The feeling of not doing enough for the child you have lost.
The feeling of having to deliever the child you will never be able to see grow up.
The feeling of raising one child, when it was meant to be two.
But that feeling..... that feeling of needing to do right of your children. Dead or alive....
