At the hospital, Ricky had just settled Miley in her room. He walked to the front desk to pay her bill, but before he could, he noticed a stretcher being rushed out of the emergency room.

The bedsheet was soaked in blood, a dark, horrifying stain.

"Patient fainted. Heavy bleeding. Possible miscarriage!" a nurse called out.

Ricky's head snapped up, and his eyes locked on the person on the stretcher. It was me. His face went pale as he grabbed a nurse by the arm.

"What miscarriage?" he demanded.