Chapter Forty Seven

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Hailey's POV

I don't call Isaac like Angela asks me not to, well at least not at first. Angela's big scary body guards come back when they see the commotion that's going on and immediately hound me with questions.

I'm careful not to say anything she doesn't want me to say though, all I really explain is that Angela was in a lot of pain out of no where so we called the paramedics and they came for her.

They immediately call her father, or at least that's who I assumed they called. They then offer to take me back to Carmen's and I politely decline and ask them to take me to the hospital that Angela was taken to because I want to know if she's okay, and they do.

The drive to the hospital from the restaurant doesn't take long, although it seems further than it actually is, but I know it's only because there's a tedious silence in the truck and I feel completely awkward around to big meaty Italian buffs. Im actually a little surprised when they don't get off with me and just drop me off in the emergency room section, but I don't argue with it and grab mine and Angela's bag and walk into the hospital.

I give Angela's first and last name to the assistant that's working behind the desk, asking anything and everything I can, and she kindly ask's me to take a seat, that she'll call me as soon as she finds anything out. Not having any other choice, I turn to face the waiting room, scanning the rows for an empty chair, and notice one in the back to the far right and head in that direction.

I quietly take a seat, politely smiling at the few strangers that have turned to look at me, and set Angela's bag and mine in the empty seat next to me, pulling my phone from out of my bag.

I unlock it and go into my settings, into my block list and stare at the small list, with Isaac's contact at the very top of it. I click on his contact but don't necessarily click on the number just yet, as my hand begins to tremble.

God what the hell's wrong with me? Just call him and get it over with already, plus it's not for you, it's for her! After a couple more seconds of starting at his number, I come to realize that I can't do it, I'm not ready to talk to him just yet. I quickly get out of his contact and go down the list and quickly dial Dion's number.

Dion' phone rings, and rings, and rings, but he doesn't answer and it finally hits his voicemail. I thought about just hanging up, not leaving a message but then decided that they have the right to know that they're best friends in the hospital, so I leave a message.

"Um, hi, Dion. It's Hailey, I'm mean Red, but you of course probably know that because of the caller ID," I nervously chuckle to myself. "Um anyways, i just thought I'd tell you that I'm here at saint Frances because Angela had to be rushed to the hospital. I don't know anything yet, I'm just here waiting in the waiting room, so yeah, call me or text me when you hear this, okay bye."

I sit patiently for a couple minutes and take Dion out of my block list just in case he does decide to call back, but after 15 minutes pass by I lose all hope that he will and decide that I need to call Isaac. Who knows when Dion will decide to call me back, or even deliver the message to Isaac, he could be busy for all I knew.

I go back into my block list, click on Isaac's name and immediately dial his number before I can change my mind. My hearts starts racing incredibly fast as the dial tone continues to ring, and ring, and ring, just like when I called Dion.

I think that I've hit his voicemail as well when the dial stops ringing, but the voicemail machine lady never comes on, and I realized that he answered the phone at the last minute and is just staying quiet.

I pull my phone away from my face, nervously shaking my foot up and down, and attempt to clear my throat without him knowing, and place the phone back to my ear. "I-Isaac?"

His deep voice immediately gives me shivers, "are you actually calling or is this accidental?"

I let out a half suppressed laugh through my nose, "I'm calling."

"H-how are you?"

I shake my head mildly not wanting to get into this right now, I didn't call to catch up, I called to tell him about his best friend. "Angela-" I say quietly, and he's quickly talking over me.

"No, I know. I asked her to talk to you seeing how I couldn't get through to you."

"No, that's not it Isaac."

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm f-fine," my voice cracks as my eyes start to fill up with tears. "I don't know what happened," I cry. "W-we were talking, having lunch and-"

"What are you talking about, Hail? You're starting to scare me."

"Angela!" I cry. "She was fine one second, and in the next she was doubling over in pain, crying."

"What?" I hear the immediate concern at the back of his voice. "What do you mean she was in pain? Where are you girls at?"

"Saint Frances," I tell him. "It got so bad, I didn't know what to do so they brought her to the emergency room. I've been here for half an hour now and I haven't heard anything yet."

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "Stay there with her, alright. I'm not home but I'll try and get there as fast as I can, half an hour tops maybe, okay?"

I nod, "okay, be careful."

"I will, and, Hailey.."

"Yeah?"

"It's good to hear your voice."

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I wait patiently in the waiting from for about another fifteen minutes, but there's still no word about Angela, Dion still hasn't called nor texted me back, and who knows where Isaac's at right about now. I actually started to grow more and more nervous with every minute that passed by, knowing that he could be here at any second, knowing that I had to finally face him after these couple of weeks.

I wait in the waiting room for another good ten minutes, watching random strangers go in and out of the emergency room, when a tall man dressed in all black steps out from the door that leads to the back of the emergency room. He stands near the door, holding it open, ensuring that it doesn't close and lock on him, when he starts to scan the small crowd and his eyes land on me.

He stares at me for a couple seconds and then points over at me, waving me over to him. I gulp pointing a finger at my own chest, making sure that he's pointing to the right person, and he nods, waving me over again. I get up from the chair, quickly reaching for both bags and slowly make my way over towards the man.

"Hailey Summers?" He questions and I slowly nod. "Come, this way, the DeSoto's are asking for you."

"The DeSoto's? As in Mr. and Mrs. DeSoto? Ang's parents?"

He nods asking if one of the bags that I'm hanging onto is Angela's, and I quickly hand him her bag. He steps to the side letting me step through the doorway, and security is immediately asking me to step to the side so they can search me and my things.

I frown a bit as one of the security guys runs a metal detector over my body, and the other one goes through my bag, but yet neither one of them asks to check the big scary guy next to me, when his gun is clearly visible under his jacket.

The heavier set security guard hands me my bag back and tells me that I'm all clear to go. I follow the big scary man down a couple hallways when we step through a close door and we're now leaving the emergency room and stepping into the actual hospital.

He leads us down the hallway stopping in front of a couple elevators and pushes the arrow button that's pointing up. We wait for a couple seconds when the door dings open and he politely lets me step in first, after everyone's done stepping out of the now empty elevator.

He pushes the number 4 button on the elevator and the doors soon close and we slowly start going up.

"Um, do you know if Angela's okay?" I ask quietly, standing at the back of the elevator, while he stands in front of me.

He shakes his head, and speaks with out turning an inch. "Last I heard they ran a couple tests so they're still waiting on the results."

"Am I in trouble that they're asking for me?"

"No, not that I'm aware of. Ms. DeSoto is actually the one asking for you, she refuses to have you wait downstairs and demanded that I go get you, and what princess wants princess gets," he scoffs.

I chuckle softly, "sounds like Angela alright."

The man standing in front of me doesn't necessarily laugh, but he does chortle a bit and decides to stay quiet for the rest of the elevator ride. The doors ding open and I'm quickly following after him, but he's a lot taller than me, he has longer legs than me, I'm basically speed walking trying to keep up with him.

We stop in front of a door and he knocks on it a couple of times but doesn't wait for anyone to respond, and is reaching for the door handle, slowly opening the door, and steps to the side, gesturing that I go in.

I cautiously step into the room and immediately come to a halt when I notice Angela's parents in the room.

Her father is standing to the side of the bed with his arms folded over his chest, a hard expression on his face, while her mother sits on the bed, embracing a crying Angela.

Angela's an exact spitting image of her mother, she's incredibly beautiful.

They have the same flawless, beautiful, olive skin, the same dark long brown hair, beautiful chocolate eyes, only her mother looks to be a tad bit taller than Angela.

"Come in, sweetheart, it's alright," her mother waves kindly, getting up from the bed. "You must be Hailey," she smiles, extending her hand for me to take.

I smile placing my hand into hers, "yes ma'am."

"Oh please, you don't have to call me ma'am. Mrs. DeSoto is quite alright."

I nod while smiling, averting my attention to Angela, "are you okay?"

She nods, pushing herself up on the bed, "they gave me something for the pain. We're just waiting on the doctor."

I smile apologetically as I walk up to the bed and hang my head low, "I know that you asked me not to, but I called him and Dion."

Angela huffs a tiny breath of air from out of her nose, "it's okay. You're here."

I wanted to ask Angela more about earlier, about her being pregnant, why she didn't tell me about it, who it was from still, but I wasn't sure if her parents knew yet, and I wasn't about to be the one to bring it up.

I pulled the chair that was to the side closer towards the bed, closer towards Angela, and sat in it asking her if there was anything else that I could do. After about 10 minutes of just sitting I got the hint that her parents already knew she was pregnant because Angela would start tearing up here and there, and there was her mother, attending her daughter, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay, that she was only stressing herself out by crying.

Not once does Angela's dad speak to me, nor introduces himself, he actually barely looks in my direction. He stands to the side of the room, brooding, pacing the room every now and then. Her dad is just as intimidating as Isaac's dad, they're both approximately the same height, a couple inches taller than Isaac, and that alone was enough to spoke me.

When Mr. DeSoto does finally decide to speak, I realize just how much his voice compliments his other intimidating features. His voice is deep, deeper than Mr. Matteo's, and his voice alone was already pretty deep to me.

"What the fück is taking them so long," he growls, starting to pace the room again.

"Francesco! Language, please!" His wife quickly scolds him.

Mr. DeSoto doesn't say anything else, he simply smacks his lips, looking away from his wife, when there's a gentle knock on the door, and it slowly starts to creep open.

A man in light charcoal scrubs with a white coat over them steps into the room, "well it's about fucking time," her dad quickly grumbles.

"I am terribly sorry to keep you all waiting," he says. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Brodie, I'm here to talk to you about your results, Ms. DeSoto, and a few other things, but first how are you feeling? Do you have any pain still?"

Angela shakes her head no, "not really."

"If you had to categorized any pain that you have going on right now, with one being the lowest at a very mild pain, and ten being the highest to where you couldn't bare it, what would it be?"

"Three," she murmurs.

Dr. Brodie takes a pen out of his pocket, clicks it and scribbles something down into what I can only assume is Angela's chart. He then puts his pen away, and closes up the chart, taking a few more steps into the room.

"I have to ask seeing how you are considered an adult now, and you are entitled to you privacy. Would you like me to disclose your results with your parents, and uh," he gestures towards me. "Your friend in the room."

She nods again, "very well, let's get right into it then. Were you aware that you were seven weeks pregnant, Ms. DeSoto.?"

She nods a third time.

"Were?" Her dad quickly interrupts, frowning softly. "What do you mean were?"

The doctor nods one single time, "I am so sorry to have to tell you this, sweetheart, but it appears that you had a miscarriage."

My heart immediately breaks for Angela as I see the tears slowly start to stream down her face, and then feel a couple of my own start to run down my cheeks.

I would've assumed that Angela's parents would've got upset because she was pregnant, but in fact it's quite the opposite. They're not upset that they're eighteen year old got pregnant at such a young age, they're upset because she had lost the baby.

"What do you mean she had a miscarriage?!" Her dad grumbles, walking towards the doctor.

Mrs. DeSoto quickly gets up and grabs ahold of her husbands arm, pulling him back, "Francesco, rilassati per favore, calmati, non ora!"

"Daddy.."

"I know that this is very unsettling, Ms. DeSoto, but I need you to understand what I'm about to tell you, Angela." Dr. Brodie walks up to the end of the hospital bed, grabbing ahold of the rail. "You did not do anything wrong, sweetheart, nor was this your fault, and as hard as this may be to hear right now, early miscarriages happen a lot more than you think."

"But why?" Mrs. DeSoto asks the question that we're probably all wondering inside. She's now sitting next to her crying daughter on the edge of the bed again, an arm wrapped around her as she attempts to comfort her.

"We're not entirely sure why miscarriages occur during an early pregnancy, but I can tell you that they are fairly common and mostly occur between the seventh to twelve week of the first trimester. We often tend to refer to these early miscarriages as a spontaneous miscarriage, which are random events that normally happen due to chromosomal anomalies."

"Chromo-what?" I murmur, and every head in this room turns to look at me and I almost regret opening my trap.

"Chromosomal anomalies," Dr. Brodie repeats himself. "Chromosomal abnormalities happen when an embryo isn't developing the way it should be, it's actually the most common cause for an early miscarriage. These type abnormalities can prevent a baby from developing, either because there are way too many chromosome's or just not enough," he explains. "About 95% of pregnancies with a Chromosomal abnormality ends with a miscarriage, and are unlikely to happen again. I'd like to keep you over night, and for a couple days, Ms. DeSoto, to ensure that the miscarriage runs its course and no complications occur, if that's alright with you?"

"Yes, that's fine," he father quickly answers.

Dr. Brodie turns to look at Ang who simply nods her head agreeing with him, and he kindly dismisses himself, informing us that a nurse will be here shortly to check up on Angela.

I turn towards Angela after the doctor leaves the room and she, her parents, and I are the only ones left in the room. Her mother is still at her side, comforting her, holding her as tight and close as she can as Angela continues to cry softly.

"Ang," I mutter, feeling a couple of my own tears start to run down my cheeks again. "I am so sorry."

She glances in my direction, a weakened smile on her face. My heart continues to ache for her, the happiness and joy that always twinkles in her eyes is long and replaced with a sadness so deep. She looks absolutely broken and lost.

"You're going to be okay, Angie." Her mother coo's, running her hand up and down her back. "We'll get through this together, you're not alone, babygirl."

"Fuck this," he father blurts out abruptly, tossing his arms into the air, quickly making his way out of the hospital room.

"Francesco!" His wife shouts. "Where are you going!?" Only Mr. DeSoto doesn't respond, he continues on walking. "Francesco!" She yells one last time.

Mrs. DeSoto groans loudly as she rolls her eyes, pulling apart from her daughter. "I'll be right back," she places a kiss on Angela's forehead. "I'm gonna go check on your idiot father."

Ang nods.

"Will you watch after her until I return?" Mrs. DeSoto glances in my direction, getting up from the bed.

"Yes, of course, take your time." I smile.

Her mother thanks me one last time before stepping out of the room, and Angela and I are left completely alone. I scoot the chair that I'm currently sitting in even closer towards Angela, asking her if there's anything she wants me to do for her. She shakes her head no, adjusting herself on the bed.

We're not alone for a long time, there's a soft knock on the door about five minutes later and Angela's soon telling who ever it is to come in. At first I think that it's her mother, but why would she knock? I then start to think that it's the nurse Dr. Brodie said would be coming in to check on Angela, but it's not, it's Isaac actually.

My heart immediately slams into my chest as he slowly makes his way into the room, but it also aches at the same time when I see just how bruised his face actually is. It's pretty bad. He's not wearing a hat on his head surprisingly, he's also not in a hoodie and actually has his hair combed back out of his face, so the bruises are easily displayed.

He has a nasty little cut on the bridge of his nose that would no doubt leave a scar once it was done healing, but his beautiful face, it was splotched in multiple different colors on his left side, around his eye and down some. His face didn't appear to be swollen meaning the bruise wasn't fresh, he's had it for a few days, some of the bruising already had some greenish, yellow tones, indicating that it was healing.

"Oh my god," I gasp, quickly getting off of the chair, marching in his direction. I grab ahold of his chin, pulling him down. "Your face," I tilt it slightly. "Are- are you okay?"

Isaac gently removes my hand, "I'm fine," he says a bit sternly and walks around me, towards his best friend, standing to the left of the bed, where I was sitting a few seconds ago. "What's going on, Ang?" His tone of voice is much gentler now.

I frown a bit but try not to think anything of it as I walk up to the two, standing a couple feet to Isaac's right.

"Ang, talk to me please, what happened?"

Only Angela doesn't answer him, her eyes immediately begin to glister with tears as she turns to look away from him. Although I really don't want to, I take this opportunity to

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