All nine boys were pacing or trying to calm their nerves in the hospital waiting room. Nia had been in the OR for over an hour, and they were all getting really anxious. A doctor still wearing his scrubs came out and approached the group.
“Are you here for Nia Ross?” He asked.
“Yes. I’m her brother, Ryan. How is she?”
“Well, your sister is in a stable condition. Just a bit of internal bleeding, nothing major and that time can’t fix.”
“And our daughter?” Spencer spoke from a chair, his face as pale as the linoleum flooring.
“I’m sorry to say that we couldn’t save the baby. We’re moving her into room 218 so you can see her, but only two at a time. She’s awake and knows the full extent of what happened in the OR. We want to keep her in for a few more days for observation, but after that, she can go home. Expect her to be released on Thursday.”
“Okay, thank you doctor. Spencer, you and I will go in first. We’ll call you guys when we’re done,” Ryan said, and he and Spencer headed up to room 218.
It was hard for me to walk into that hospital room after all the incidents with Dad, but I had to be strong. If not for me or Spencer, then for Nia. As I set foot in the room, ahead of Spencer, I paused and looked at just how pale my sister was. She almost blended in with the starched white sheets of the hospital bed. All except for her eyes, which were red and puffy from crying. I rushed over to her and pulled her into a hug, letting the tears that had been building up for an hour trickle down my cheeks.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I whispered in her ear. I broke away as Spencer sat on her other side, and I noticed that he was crying too.
“I’m so sorry Nia. I can’t believe we lost her.”
“It’s okay Spence, it obviously wasn’t meant to be,” she said calmly. I couldn’t believe that after all the emotional turmoil she had been through today she could be so calm, but it might be the drugs she’s on. The door to the room opened, and in came the rest of Panic and Fall Out Boy.
“I thought the doctor said only two?” I asked, my face a portrait of confusion.
“Well, he saw just how anxious we all were and decided to bend the rules a little. Adam went back to get some stuff sorted for the tour, which luckily doesn’t start til this little fighter is released. Doc says she needs to be on care for the first day or so, so we said that because we were touring and it involved lots of sitting on a bus doing nothing that we could look after her fine,” Pete said as everyone crowded around Nia’s bed.
At that moment in time, I felt more loved then I ever have in my nineteen years of existence. It was clear that they had all been worrying about me; three of them, other than Ryan and Spencer had tear stained faces; two were on the verge of tears and one was showing no emotion whatsoever – try to guess who’s who.
“I’m sorry everyone. I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble,” I said sleepily from the hospital bed.
“It’s okay Virgin. Just don’t scare us again,” Brendon said, wiping away the few tears that had just fallen down his cheeks.
“You can’t technically call me virgin anymore Bren. I should have stopped when I was fourteen, but defiantly now that I’ve miscarried Bear.” I got a laugh from everyone in the room.
“Bear-hug!” Brendon said before pulling me into a big embrace – a true “Bear” hug, so to speak.
“Can I ask one thing Nia?” Andy said. I nodded, and out of the corner of my eye, noticed Ryan grabbing Brendon’s hand. I couldn’t help but smile at the cuteness. It was seriously adorable.
“Why didn’t you tell us about the baby sooner?”
“You know what Andy? I don’t really know.” And then I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
It felt so right to have Brendon’s hand in mine. So right that I had to get out of that room before I did something that nobody would want to see. I exited in such a hurry that I got Brendon worried. He caught up to me and I pulled him into an empty room, not far from Nia’s.
“Ry, what’s wrong? She’s fine, there’s no need to be worried anymore.” I answered by backing him against the nearest wall and kissing him passionately. He responded instantly, running his hands trough my hair, pulling me head closer, parting my lips with his tongue. Our tongues danced together slowly, and I moved my hands to the hem of his t-shirt, inching it up slightly. Brendon broke the kiss.
“Not here Ry. Kissing I can do, but full out fucking when we’re three rooms down from our closest friends? That’s something to be saved for home.” I kissed him one last time on the lips.
“You’re right, we probably shouldn’t.”
“Oh my god! I’m right for once!” we couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, as we walked hand in hand back to Nia’s room.