Chapter 238: Confusion
Mia was sprawled out in a pool of blood, like, seriously, it looked like every drop of blood in her body had just poured out. Can someone even live without blood?
"Where the hell is the ambulance?" I dashed to the window, peering out. The street was jam-packed with slow-moving cars, but no ambulance in sight.
It was clear as day that Mia's mess had something to do with that text from Benjamin.
Mia had seemed so chill at the time, which totally made me drop my guard. It was all on me for being a clueless idiot and not seeing the storm brewing behind her calm front.
I had never hated Benjamin more than I did right then.
If it wasn't for his stupid message, Mia wouldn't be in this mess.
He could get engaged, have kids, whatever. Those were his choices. But why did he have to mess with someone who had loved him for so long and been hurt so bad by him?
I think I finally got why Mia, who was so skinny a breeze could knock her over, didn't look as slim around her waist and wasn't as quick on her feet anymore.
This idiot, she never said a word to me and kept it all bottled up. Now look at her. If things were as I suspected, could the baby even be saved?
I cried in fear, totally lost on what to do.
The ambulance finally showed up. After some quick treatment, the docs loaded her up and took off.
I sat next to Mia, holding her ice-cold hand, feeling my heart shatter.
Her hand was freezing; her heart must be a thousand times colder.
Damn Benjamin, he wanted to take Mia's life. How could he be so heartless?
Did he really want to see Mia tortured to death by him?
I whipped out my phone and shot Benjamin a message: [Benjamin, you're a bastard. I hope you never find happiness for the rest of your life.]
The words were harsh, but for Mia, I didn't regret it. If he were in front of me, I would have torn him apart.
Soon, my phone rang, and the caller ID showed it was Benjamin.
I didn't answer and hung up right away.
He called again, and I hung up again.
He called seven or eight times, but I hung up each time. Finally, he stopped calling. The message notification sound from Facebook started dinging, and I knew it was him. I didn't read a single message.
When we got to the hospital, Mia was rushed into the emergency room.
The emergency room doors slammed shut in front of me, locking me out.
I stared at the big red letters of the emergency room sign, more vivid than Mia's blood, and curled up in fear. I was so scared. What if Mia didn't wake up?
The thought of losing Mia filled my mind. Rationality nudged me to call Mia's parents, just in case something happened, so they could see her one last time. But in the rush, I didn't bring Mia's phone, and I didn't know her family's numbers.
Mia's lifeless face kept flashing in my mind, making me feel despairingly pained and heartbroken.
Mia, you idiot, Benjamin wasn't worth it.
Yancy leaned silently against the wall, staring at the emergency room door. His whole being was shrouded in gloom, his eyes filled with a frightening look, like a beast ready to pounce.
My phone suddenly rang, startling me in the quiet hallway.
I clumsily took out my phone and saw it was a video call from Brad.
With shaky hands, I fumbled a few times before finally answering the call. Before I could even get a word out, I started bawling. Hearing Brad's voice just made my fear hit the roof.
I had been trying to keep it together, but now that Brad was there, my emotions just spilled out, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
Seeing me cry non-stop without saying anything, Brad freaked out. He kept asking what was wrong, why I was at the hospital, and told me to calm down and talk slowly.
I wanted to speak, but my whole body was shaking like a leaf, and my mouth felt like it was glued shut. I couldn't say a word, just cry.
"Sweetheart, don't cry. Tell me what happened. Please, your crying is making me anxious."
I still couldn't talk, so Yancy took my phone. He told Brad that I was fine, but Mia had lost a ton of blood and was now in the emergency room, her condition unknown.
Brad knew how much Mia meant to me. Hearing that Mia was in trouble, he got super anxious and told me to calm down and listen to him.
I didn't know how long I cried, but Brad stayed on the line, talking softly.
I finally stopped shaking and started to calm down. Yancy helped me sit on a waiting chair. I tried to focus, digging my nails into my palms to stay awake and listen to Brad.
"Jane, can you hear me?"
I nodded to show that I could hear him.
Brad sighed in relief and gently reminded me to stay calm. He said Mia might have had a miscarriage and told me not to worry too much; the doctors would handle it.
Talking to Brad helped me chill out and think straight.
"Brad, why did you call me at this time? Did Benjamin contact you?" Brad's calls were usually on schedule. At this time, I would normally be painting in my studio, and he wouldn't bug me.
Brad paused for a moment, then told me that Benjamin had urgently asked him to call and check if everything was okay.
I got it. Just as I thought, Benjamin had tried calling me, but I didn't pick up, so he hit up Brad. He was smart enough to know something serious must have gone down when I cursed him out so bad.
He was already someone else's groom. What more did he want? Benjamin was truly disgusting.
I begged Brad not to tell Benjamin what had happened because it was Mia's business, and we had no right to decide for her.
Brad hesitated for a long time but finally agreed after my persistent pleading.
I didn't know what Brad told Benjamin, but he didn't call again.
The wait without knowing the outcome was the longest and most torturous.
Yancy and I waited for two hours before the emergency room sign finally turned off.
When Mia was wheeled out by the nurse, her eyes were open but unfocused, her face pale and terrifying, her whole being shrouded in a deathly aura.
After getting her into the room, the nurse helped settle Mia into the bed and told us that Mia had suffered a massive hemorrhage due to a failed medical abortion. The bleeding had stopped, but the baby was gone. She said that aborting a four-month-old fetus was very dangerous, and Mia was lucky to be alive. She instructed us to take good care of her.
After the nurse left, it was just the three of us in the room.
I held Mia's cold hand, sitting by her side.
Mia was so pitiful. I felt so sorry and heartbroken for her, but I didn't dare to cry in front of her.
Yancy stood by the window, his fingers gripping the window frame tightly, seemingly trying to suppress his anger. Every now and then, he would glance back at Mia, his eyes filled with pity and sorrow.
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