I got out of the shower and walked over to the mirror. I frowned at the old man that I was becoming. I was pushing 30 and it was starting to show. Damn. I was 30 and still hadn't started a family. For some reason the thought of her pain kept eating at me. I heard the door open and her face emerged through.

I smiled as she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my wet frame, pressing her forehead to my chest. "I love you." she said. I looked down at her and kissed her hair.

"I love you too." I said, wrapping my arms around her. She knew me. I was terrified and I needed her at that moment. Just having her there made me feel like everything was the way it was before we had gotten married.

She pulled away and looked up at me. "Are you ok?" she asked. I looked at her with a forced, fake smile.

"Yeah." I lied. I knew that she knew I was lying, too. I hated to have to lie to her, but it was the only way to make things, somewhat, better. She looked at her watch.

"You better get ready. We don't want to be late." she said, before kissing me then heading out the bathroom door. "I'll meet you down stairs."

She was so wrong. I wanted to be as late as possible. I wished I didn't have to do this at all. It was my worse nightmare. Anyone would want to run away and never look back on it. This had to be one of the hardest things that I've ever had to go through.
I turned back to the mirror. My nerves were starting to set in. I try to hold back the tears, while one freely makes its way down my face. This is something that I definitely wasn't looking forward to.

I pulled the towel around me and walked back into the bedroom, toward the closet, trying to find something to wear. I didn't really think that it would matter, since they were just gonna tear me out of it as soon as I got to the hospital. I cringed at the thought of being progged at with the needles. I had tattoos, but I knew that it was baby stuff compared to the way that it was gonna feel. I didn't want that, so that made it even worse.

I grabbed my clothes and walked back toward the bed. On my way back I stopped to look at the picture on out bedside table. It was a picture of us, from when we first started dating. Probably the best time of my life. I let a smile spread across my face. It was the winter we went up to Big Bear, and she scared herself nearly to death, snowboarding down that mountain for the first time. She swore that I was out to kill her and that she would never go again. Some of our greatest memories come from that place.

I sat the picture back down on the bedside table, with the thought that I was gonna make it through this. There wasn't any need for me to think about the past. What was important, was our future together.

I got dressed and headed downstairs. My hair still a mess. She was standing in the kitchen at the sink. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling my face into her neck.

"I love you." I mumbled against her skin.

"I love you, too." she said, before turning to me. "Are you ready?" I sighed.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Which wasn't that ready. I was scared shitless. I just tried my best to keep it hidden.

We grabbed our things and headed out the door.

The ride to the hospital was slow and long. Not too much was said on the way there. A part of me wanted to open the door and jump out but that was defeating the purpose. Not to mention the goal that I was planning on working so hard for. That was the goal that I needed to look forward to the most. The goal of making it through this and loving a long and happy life with her. Maybe a few kids along the way. Yeah. Maybe.

We got to the hospital and we got out of the car. I sighed as I looked up at the building, thinking about the rest of my life. Well, What I felt was left of it anyway. I felt a hand take mine. I looked over to see her standing there, with a fake smile. I knew she put in on there for me. I could see the worry in her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go." I said, as I walked toward the doors.

We finally made it inside. Dr. Masterson was already waiting for me. I cringed as I saw him standing there. I thought that I would have atleast a few more minutes before I had to go through all that.

"Good Morning." he said as we approached him.

"Good Morning." I forced. There was absolutely nothing good about this morning. It was like
I was getting my death sentence or something. I knew that I had to look at it as an opportunity to live and not die. At this point it was the only thing getting me through.

He took us to an examination room and I climbed up on the table and sat down. Everything was ready and they started right away. He was telling me everything that was gonna happen. There were 3 nurses around me. Each with a different tool.

"You're gonna feel a stick." one said. I felt it. I felt the liquid flood my veins, while another needle was being twisted into my other arm.

I felt my skull go cold. My body started to tingle. I heard Kaylen saying my name, but I couldn't find the strength to respond.

"Zack...Zack...Zack." The sound just got fainter each time. The room started spinning, and everything went black.