Paige walked me towards the GP to my appointment with my regular doctor. I was happy she was there for support, I really don't think I would be able to handle it if my baby was really dead after Dave kicking harshly me.
Reassurance washed over me Dave was in jail for ten whole years. I didn't know what I would do with the baby. But it was already to late to abort it. Either adoption or keeping it were the only option.
I sat down in the busy waiting room, Paige handed me a few 'That's life' magazines, it had a ton of life stories lots of inspiring ones such as; 'my husband vanished on our wedding night' and 'I grew 7 centimetres in 7 hours' some of the stories where really unbelievable.
"Harper Martin" the doctor yelled, his voice was rather high pitched, he was rather chubby and black hair and a dark short and stubbly beard.
"Miss Martin" he looked at the notes the nurse had taken earlier.
"You are pregnant, yes?" He asked clarifying.
"Yes." I sobbed, Paige's hand held mine tight.
"We are going to go to the ultrasound room" Dr.Robinson informed.
I watched as he carefully rubbed blue jelly onto my flat tummy, the bump had not started to form just yet.
"This looks pretty nasty" he commented, my belly had an awful black and blue bruise on the very centre. The jelly was cold, but really smooth when he rolled the machine over it, sliding around until he supposedly found the tiny baby.
It look like backing smudges to me really. But as I stared harder I could see a very very tiny outline of a baby as he pointed to it on the centre of the large screen. Paige beside me gasped and squealed in happiness.
"It seems your baby is a very lucky one after what you've been through. Although it's clinging onto life, it may have health problems in the womb, after the inpact of the kick. I will describe some medicines to get your baby back to health"
My breath caught, I hope it's alright.
"Will my baby have problems after birth?" I squeaked.
"We are not sure, but it is possible, after the kick" a single wet tear streaked down my cheek. Paige squeezed my hand as if to say 'it'll be alright.'
I looked up, both my doctor and Paige gave me smile of sympathy.
3 DAYS LATER
After my baby appointment I had went straight to see Zayn.
He still hadn't woken up after the bullet to the shoulder, I hadn't had an appetite to eat after seeing his pale and unconscious face lying there. Wounded because he wanted to help me , standing up for Dave was one of the bravest things in the world. Especially when Dave was do much bigger than him, height wise. And much more violent.
I know he is violent, I found out the hard way.
Paige had been here on the mornings and meal times delivering my food, and vitamins for both me and my baby.
I held Zayn's hand, whispering words of encouragement. Hoping that any minute he would squeeze my hand back in assurance that it was all okay, he was going to be okay.