3 weeks later...
10 pm...
Nick and Faith were watching a movie at home when suddenly Faith leaned over and told Nick it was time. Nick called Brian and I and told us to meet them at the hospital.
30 minutes later...
Brian and I arrived at the hospital just in time to see Faith being wheeled somewhere on a strecher, with Nick following the bed. Brian stopped a nurse and asked her if she had any information about Faith Carter.
"She is being taken to the emergency birth center. There is some signs of serious complications." The nurse said insensitively.
"O God! That's my best friend in there! God, please help her!! Let the baby be born healthy and let Faith make it through all right!" I prayed frantically. I took Rebecca out of her stroller and began to pace around the waiting room with her in my arms. "What do you think is happening right now?" I asked Brian for the umpteenth time.
"I don't know, honey. But I do know worrying doesn't help, and neither does pacing. The baby is asleep. Put her in her stroller and sit down here with me." "O Brian, If there is one thing I love about you it's your level-headedness. You always stay calm in any stuation," I said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Just then a doctor came out and sked if we needed information on Faith Carter.
"What's happening? Is she OK? Is the baby OK?" we asked.
"Well, she will be all right after a few days, but I have some bad news."
"What?"
"The baby was stillborn."
"You...You mean born dead?"
"I'm afraid so"
"O God! Does she know?" We asked.
"She is asleep right now, we had to do an emergency C-section, and we put her under anesthetic, we will let
her husband tell her when she wakes up." I began to cry. First it was just a tear or two, but then I began to sob.
"She was so happy to be pregnant...The doctor said she'd never be able to have kids...She was so happy...I feel guilty that my baby is alive and hers isn't...O God..." I sobbed into Brian's shoulder. I leaned back only to see tears running down his face as well.
"They were so happy...They would have been such wonderful parents..." Brian murmured. We sat down on 2 cairs in the waiting room, and the next time I woke up it was morning.
"Should we go home?" Brian asked me.
"I think Faith would want me to be here." "Just then a doctor walked by. We asked hm if we could see Faith and Nick.
"Let me go see if she wants visitors," the doctor told us. He came back a few minutes later.
"Is your name Blair?" he asked me.
"Yes"
"She would like to see you."
I walked into her room.
"O Faith.." I said, trying not to cry.
She held out her arms, I ran to her, and we hugged. We cried and cried.
"Faith, Faith, Faith..." I whispered.
"I'm so afraid Nick is mad at me and just won't show it" Faith confided. Nick was in the waiting room talking to Brian.
"He would never be mad! This is not your fault. Say that with me...This is not your fault."
"I know, but I still feel like it is..."