My husband, Doctor Adrian

Miscarrying

Stomach hurts. I held my stomach while waiting for the elevator.

"Mr? That's.. Bloody mother.." a janitor mopping the floor pointed at my feet.

I looked down, and sure enough.. Deep red blood flow through my legs to my shoes. I feel so dizzy. Everyone's staring at me. I lost my balance when a pair of sturdy hands supported my arm. I'm turning. Nathan. He held me and all I saw was darkness.

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NATHAN'S POV

Destinies. Why is it too late to find us? Why didn't.. say. five years ago? Before you have. Okay maybe I can't be that greedy. Three years. Three years ago I was still able to accept it. Before you make a promise to live like that.

I think it was fate that brought us together on the road that day. You, so perfectly look like an anomaly in the middle of a street hustle like this. Of course, I got out of the car and offered you a ride.

Along the way, I refrained from looking at you. I don't want you to feel awkward, or worse, scared. I salute myself. Knowing you has made me so much more self-controlled.

When I got to the office, I saw him. Your husband's. Oh, no.. Is he angry? I pray in my heart that he will not hurt you. I'd rather he beat me up. I won't repay him. I deserve to be taught what I feel and think about you, the woman I can no longer have. If I were your husband, I might have killed a lot of men, men who even dared to look at you, let alone imagine having you.

You broke my daydream by pulling it away, into the parking building. Alright. It's time for me to go too.

I was walking towards the elevator when people started to call you. You lost consciousness and I caught your body.

"Excuse me! Please give way.. I'll take him to the hospital!" Some security helped me pave the way. I carried you in my arms, half running towards my car.

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In the hospital..

"You're her husband?" ask a doctor as soon as he finishes checking.

"No. L am.. His friend." I wave.

The doctor nodded and suddenly, the hand I was holding moved. Both of Lula's eyes were open.

"Lula.." I told him.

"Where is this?" tanyakanya. He blinked his eyes. He was about to pull out his hand to cover his eyes that were glare at the light of the lamp, but were restrained. His hands are being flushed.

"Mom Lula, you're in the hospital now. Sorry, I have to tell you this but.. You just had a miscarriage. In about two or three hours you can go home" said the doctor.

DEG

Lula miscarriage?

So then.. She pregnant? I couldn't look at him.

The doctor explained at length what should be done after Lula returned home. He had also done an examination and it seemed that Lula was fine other than having lost blood and, of course, shock. I held her hand as the doctor gave me an explanation. When he finished, the doctor exited the room.

I still clasped his hands firmly as I looked towards him.

That's when I saw him.

He cried without a sound. My heart was broken to pieces. I hugged her. I don't care if it's not mine. I don't care if her husband finds out and kills me. I don't care about anything. Only one I care about. Lula.

His body is in my arms. I rubbed his head slowly. One hand hugged his body. For a while we were like that. I'm at a loss for words. I don't want to try to cheer her up too early. I want to make him express all his feelings.

"Why.." he sobbed.

I rubbed his back.

"I don't know, La.. But, all I know.. You have to be strong, yes.. You have to be strong." I said slowly.

It's getting sobbing. I'm getting my arms tight.

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After Lula had calmed down a little, she raised her head to look at me.

"What hospital is this?" His eyes that were still wet looked at me seriously.

"Siloam." I replied.

He took off my arms, pulling the infusion hard to escape. Fresh blood flowed from the back of his hand.

"Lula!" I tried to stop him but it was too late. He ran towards the door. I pulled her hand and hugged her from behind.

"Let me go!" He took off my embrace. I turned her body to face me. He still tears.

"OKAY. I'll take you off, but you say..Where are you going?" i'm frustrated.

"Wherever this hospital comes from!"

"okay.. I finish the administration first. You wait.."

"Engga! I'm getting out of here now! Please.." He bent his body forward, as if he could no longer bear all that was happening. He looks so fucked.

I sighed, holding myself back from hugging her for the entire time today.

"OKAY. You're coming with me." I glanced towards the back of his hand at a glance. His blood has stopped. I slowly pulled his hand out of the room.

"Well, Mom.." A nurse saw us coming out of the treatment room and looked surprised.

"Sorry, sister. Looks like my friend won't linger in the hospital. He's feeling better. We will take care of his administration now." I explained.

"Good, Sir.. But, you better rest first. Considering his condition.."

"Yes, Sus.. I make sure he's resting at home."

I led Lula back to the cashier downstairs.

As soon as we arrived downstairs, Lula took something out of her wallet, it seemed like a credit card. I stopped his hand.

"I did, yeah.. You just wait here." I said. I hope he doesn't take it personally to have turned down his card. Then I guided Lula towards the seat in front of the cashier. I let him sit. He sat down and then sat down. I finished the lightning-fast payment, then guided her back to my car in the parking lot.

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After letting Lula into my car, I took the P3K box out of the trunk. Then I got into the steering wheel.

"What.. still hurts?" my many.

He who had just been silent sculpting, shook his head slowly.

"I am medicine, your hands." I asked for permission. I took out a cotton swab that had been moistened by an antiseptic then I pressed the cotton pad slowly on the wound. He grimaced a little, but I continued. Lastly, I put a plaster on the wound.

"Done." I said.

He looked ahead with a blank look. I know, he must still be shaken.

"Lula.. I'm anther you go home, huh?" my many. I was thinking maybe she wanted to be with her family, her husband.

A tear fell on his cheek. My heart is broken to see it. I slowly clasped both hands. We stayed so for a while. My body was facing him, both my eyes were looking at him. He stared blankly ahead.

My dream came true. Today I can freely look at her, hold her, hold her hand. But not like this. Not with his sadness. For God's sake, I would do anything, just as long as he was happy.