I woke up to the feeling of soft fingers gliding through my hair. Looking up at who the hand belonged to, I see a very pale Taylor looking right at me. Her eyes are duller and hold a handful of sadness, but there was still a spark in there somewhere. My eyes started watering as I practically flung myself onto her, being careful not too crush her. Right on queue the doctor came in with a shocked look on his face seeing that she's awake.

"Miss Swift, I am so very glad to see that you have woken up, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news. I'm tremendously sorry to say this but, Miss Swift, your baby sadly did not make it."

Baby?!?!? My mind was circling. She was pregnant?

"What baby? I took three pregnancy tests before the accident and they all came back negative! How is this possible?", Taylor had tears streaming down her face as she leaned her head on her knees with her hands in her hair.

"Sometimes they aren't always right. I am so sorry.", with that the doctor left with his head down.

I still haven't processed this. Taylor was pregnant? My baby's dead? I look to my left and see the beautiful girl crying softly. She doesn't deserve this. Hell, no one deserves this. Pulling her into a hug, she clutches at my shirt finally letting the sobs out. I just close my eyes and hold onto her hoping this is a just a bad dream that I'll wake up from. That Taylor was never in the hospital in the first place. That her and my were sitting on the couch watching Bob's Burgers and Friends. I wish I could turn back time.   

A/N: IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE. I hate myself for writing all this sad stuff God. Sorry for any mistakes I don't have time to check it over. Hope you liked it! xoxo~  your fellow cat lady