A Million ways to Fall - Pt. III
Brendon swallowed hard and took the tissues she handed him with numb fingers, wiping up the mess on his stomach idly as she pressed a few more buttons on the machine. He didn’t know what to feel, not as he pulled his shirt down, not as he buttoned up his jeans, not as she handed over the sonogram to him, a glossy page of black with white squiggles and it was glaring up at him, the little life inside of him.
“Okay, Brendon, I’m going to send Dr. Reed back,” she said, and Brendon barely had the strength to nod.
She smiled warmly at him one more time before leaving, wheeling the ultrasound machine behind her. Brendon stared blankly at the picture in his lap and didn’t even notice he was crying until Haley brushed her knuckles over his cheeks to catch the tears.
“What the fuck?” Brendon whispered, the words thick and reflecting the confusion that was twisting his throat and pressing hard at his stomach. “What the fuck?”
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“Okay, Brendon, I’m going to send Dr. Reed back,” she said, and Brendon barely had the strength to nod.
She smiled warmly at him one more time before leaving, wheeling the ultrasound machine behind her. Brendon stared blankly at the picture in his lap and didn’t even notice he was crying until Haley brushed her knuckles over his cheeks to catch the tears.
“What the fuck?” Brendon whispered, the words thick and reflecting the confusion that was twisting his throat and pressing hard at his stomach. “What the fuck?”
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