Taga Long

Not meant to be

"What?! What's wrong!?" Caleb came rushing blindly with tired eyes into my room.

I couldn't stop screaming. I was dying, I knew it for sure. This had never happened before and I didn't know what to think.

"Oh my god Tabitha?! Are you hurt?!"

I kicked at the covers, still screaming as if that would make it go away.

"I'm gonna get my parents." He rushed. His voice was panicked, and even he looked scared.

I was still screaming when they came rushing back into the room. "Oh my god Tabitha!" His mother rushed to comfort me. She cooed soothing nothing's into my ear. "Help me get her to the bathroom!" Caleb went to my other side and helped her lift me off the bed. His dad rushed to get his keys.

Once we were in the bathroom, Rachel ushered her son out. "Go and get Bella. You have to stay here with the kids." He has a terrified look as he nodded and made his way out as quickly as he could.

My screams had turned to cries as I didn't know what was happening to me. She helped me change and then she and his dad rushed me towards the emergency room.

"You'll be fine Tabitha love." She rubbed my hair as she sat in the back seat with me. "You'll be fine." She had a knowing look on her face as if she knew exactly what was going on.

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"Three weeks along." I heard a voice say from the hallway.

My eyes were tired, my voice hurt from screaming, and my entire body ached. It was well after three in the morning, a hospital was the last place I'd expected to be.

I was lying on my side, tears still streaming silently down my face. I knew from the deepest part in me that whatever was going on, wasn't good.

I heard footsteps and then, the bed jostled lightly.

"Tabitha honey," Rachel's soft voice started. "Is there something you would like to tell me, just between us girls?" I couldn't see her face, but her voice was sad.

I shook my head. What was there to tell? I just wanted to know why I had almost bled out without reason or cause.

"Am I dying?" I asked in a hoarse, scared voice.

She chuckled sadly. "No honey, you're not."

"Mrs. Folk can I have a moment with Miss Long please?"

The weight on the bed disappeared and a door shut quietly, I knew we were alone.

My doctor was a middle-aged woman with prominent features and bright eyes.

"Tabitha hun,"

I turned to face her with an annoyed look on my face. Couldn't they just stop with the pet names and tell me what was wrong.

"Do you know what a miscarriage is?" She asked gently.

My eyebrows pushed together. The word was familiar, but I wasn't sure if I knew exactly what it was.

"Doesn't it have something to do with babies?" I croaked.

She nodded. "Yes, it does."

"And," I prompted.

"Well, the definition of a miscarriage is the expulsion of a fetus from the womb before it is able to survive independently."

I sat forward now. What did that have to do anything with me? I wasn't pregnant.

"What?" I asked, my voice becoming smaller.

"A miscarriage is when a mother loses a baby Tabitha." She dumbed down.