Ghost of Me (a Brendan Gallagher fanfiction)

Chapter seventeen ; Kaytie

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   The next morning, I started to feel a huge pain in my stomach. It was so intense that I couldn't even sit in the bed to go to the bathroom. Brendan was lying next to me, his arm draped over his chest and the other one resting under my head. I shook him a little, my face contorted in pain. I called his name a couple of times, but he didn't reply. All I could do was screaming in pain when I had another contraction in my stomach. He jumped straight up and pulled me in his arms. I hit him a couple of times for him to leave me alone, his touch only amplifying the pain. I asked him to take me to the hospital as fast as he could and all I could remember next, was him driving at least thirty kilometers over the speed limit.

    When we reached the hospital, a nurse took care of lying me down on a stretcher and taking me to the operating room. I didn't know why, but she asked Brendan to stay behind. He didn't even argue with her, he stayed patiently behind with a worried expression on his face. Then, it hit me. They were taking me away for an ultrasound. I was thrashing around, kicking and screaming for someone to help me out. The only thing I felt next was a little sting in my arm and a few seconds later, my eyes started to close, my head started to spin and all I could see was total darkness.

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   Where was I? Why couldn't I see anything? How long did I pass out? Why could I still hear the people around me talking, but couldn't answer them? All I knew for sure was that the pain in my stomach was gone and that my parents were standing right beside me. There was a hand holding mine and it wasn't my dad's nor my mom's. It was Brendan's touch. But it was a different kind of touch. It wasn't the comforting, loving touch that I usually felt when he was holding my hand. It was more like a nervous kind of touch.

    It took me a couple of minutes before I could open my eyes for good. The first thing I saw was my father holding my mom in his arms, she was crying, but I didn't know why since I was feeling fine. Next to them, closer to the bed was Josh and Maggie, the both of them wearing a worried look. I turned my head, looking at Brendan who had his head low and his shoulders down. He looked like he had been crying, but I couldn't know why. Before anyone could figure out that I was awake, a nurse walked into the room, politely asking everyone to leave for a while, because she needed to talk to me. When everybody left, she closed the curtains and sat down on the bench where Brendan was previously sat.

''Kaytie?'' she asked and I just looked straight in her eyes to show her I was listening. ''You've been unconscious for five hours. Can you tell me today's date?''

''It's...'' I started, my mouth dry and unable to pronounce words properly. ''It's August 26th.''

''Good. Do you know what happened?''

''No,'' I said honestly, her calm starting to make me nervous.

''This isn't going to be easy for you, but tonight, you had an operation. We didn't have any other choice,'' she stated with a slightly worried smile.

''What happened to me?'' I asked getting more and more nervous.

''Did you miss your period in the past months? Did you feel sick or had stomach aches?'' she asked, trying to hide her worry.

   Why would she ask me all these weird questions?

''No,'' I simply answered, thinking that it would be better for the both of us if I just complied.

''Okay, well you do remember having an ultrasound tonight, right?'' she asked and I frowned but nodded, vaguely remembering the converstion between the nurses when I was on the stretcher. ''Before I tell you what we saw, I want to be sure that you will remain calm, alright?''