Chasing The Rejected

Chasing The Rejected Luna

-CLARA-

My rugged breathing and the beeping of the machine | was hooked on was the only thing I could hear as | stared

up at the white ceiling.

My thoughts were all over the place but the major things | couldn't stop thinking about even in my unconscious

state was Damon and our child. With shaky hands, | reached forward to caress my stomach. | heaved a sigh of

relief when It moved against my touch, almost like it was reassuringof its presence.

“Oh my baby, mummy loves you so much” | murmured as tears streamed down my face. Were we okay? Had we

managed to pull through despite all Sebastian had put us through?

Just then, the hospital door opened up and Delilah walked in with the rest behind her.

“Oh my goddess, Clara” She called out my nsoftly as she walked over to the bed and hugged me.

“I'm so glad you're okay” She murmured and | smiled.

“How’s Damon?” | asked and immediately, | felt her tense up.

She slowly pulled away and | frowned when | saw her expression before turning to the rest.

“Where's Damon? Did he...” | couldn't complete my sentence, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

“No darling, he’s not dead. He's just in a coma right now and the doctor can’t determine when he will wake up

but he will. He would never leave you” Damon’s mother immediately chimed in as she walked towards the bed

and sat besidethen grabbed my hand.

“He has to be okay. | can’t survive if...”

“Shh, he will be okay so please, don’t stress yourself thinking about that. You need to rest and look after

yourself” She murmured and | frowned. She didn’t talk about the baby.

“What about the baby? Is it okay?” | questioned as | stared at her face. The tears were already brimming without

them saying anything.

“Of course it is. He or she is a fighter just like you and Damon” She replied with a smile but the look in her eyes

were saying a different thing. Something was wrong.

“You're not tellingthe truth. What's going on?” | questioned as | glanced at all of them. They all had a solemn

look on her face. “Damnit, she deserves to know and make a choice for herself” Luca suddenly said with an

exasperated groan.

“The choice has already been made so shut up” That was my uncle as he turned to Luca with a glare. Luca met

his glare with an even more intimidating one.

“How do you think she’s going to feel knowing you want to fucking kill her child?” Luca suddenly said and a gasp

escaped my lips before my brain could register his words.

“What does he mean by that?” | questioned softly and my uncle sighed.

“Lady bug, he doesn’t...”

“What the hell is he talking about?!” My voice was a little higher now as | glared at him and immediately, his

face softened as he let out a sigh.

“The doctor...” Delilah began as she flasheda sympathetic look, “He said your baby is a fighter but the more

it fights to stay alive, the more at risk your life is. You and the baby cannot survive, you... you have to make a

choice. It’s either you or your baby” Delilah explained and immediately, a sharp pain rippled through my veins.

“There's no choice. You have to stay alive, Clara. know it’s a tough decision but | won't let you die” My uncle

uttered and immediately, Luca and Delilah fired at him for being insensitive and immediately, an argument

ensued but | blocked out atPof them.

All | could hear was the thumping of my heart. Why... Why was the world so cruel to us? Why?!

With shaky hands, | caressed my stomach and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. | couldn't let this baby

die, | wasn’t going to let our baby die. This child was a result of our love for one another and I'd rather die and

let it die.

“I'm keeping the child” | said softly but they all heard me, including my uncle. The room went silent immediately

before Delilah spoke up. “But Clara, the doctor...”

“The doctor doesn’t know shit. My baby and | will survive, we'll fight for one another. I'm keeping my child” | said

to them and my uncle frowned.

“You'll die...”

“Then so be it! This is my choice and you'll all respect it!” | said to them and they all kept their mouths shut.

“I won't let you die, Clara” My uncle

uttered and the pain in his voice

could be evidently heard. As a

matter of fact, the fear and pain was

evident in all their faces but none excepty my uncle spoke against my decision because they knew what | went

through when I lost our first child. | won't be able to survive that especially now that Damon was in a Coma.

“I won't die. Like you said, my baby is a fighter and so am I. | won't let them die and neither would they let me

die” | uttered and immediately, their eyes widened.

“Them?” Damon’s mother’s voice cracked as she questioned and then it dawned on me. Damon and | hadn't told

them we were having twins. We had also instructed the doctors not to tell anyone.

“Damon and | are having twins” | told them softly and immediately, his mother began bawling her eyes out as

she wrapped her arms around me.

“Oh honey, that’s wonderful but that makes things worse. The chance of you surviving...” She trailed off as she

cried on my shoulders and all | could do was pay her back. | knew we were all thinking the sthing.

| had thought about the day | was going to tell them everything and had imagined how happy the news would

have made everyone just like how Aunt Amelia had been happy but never in my wildest dream would | have

thought of this outcome.

“I'll survive, we'll survive”...