Diana and Beverly went back to class the next day, and Kate just lay in her bed and cried all day long. It was Wednesday before she got out of bed, and when she did, she looked ghostly and had lost ten pounds. She hadn't eaten since Sunday, but the bleeding had almost stopped. She looked and felt terrible, and there were dark circles under her eyes, but all three girls agreed, she was out of danger. She tried to thank them for what they'd done for her, but every time she did, she started crying again.
“It's going to be like that for a while,” Beverly warned.
“I cried for a month. It's just hormones.” But it wasn't just hormones, it was their baby. She had lost a part of Joe.
No one knew what had happened to her, and they all thought in the house that she was in bed as a result of her bike accident on Sunday night. And she never told anyone anything different. She felt as though she had been on another planet for several days. Everything seemed unreal and different, and the only thing that cheered her up were Joe's letters.
But she cried again when she realized that she couldn't even tell him what had happened, and what they'd lost.
She spent the following weekend in bed, studying. She was quiet and pale, and still didn't look well when Andy dropped by on Saturday afternoon. It had been a week since the miscarriage, but she still looked awful. She made her way gingerly downstairs to see him. Beverly and Diana had been bringing her food from the cafeteria all week. And the first time she left her room was to see Andy, as he waited for her in the living room downstairs.
“Jesus, Kate, you look legally dead. What happened to you?” She looked so fragile and pale that he was frightened for her. She was wraithlike.
“I got hit by a bike last Sunday night. I think I had a concussion.”
“Did you go to the hospital to get it checked out?”
“No, I'm okay,” she said, sitting in a chair next to him, but he was genuinely worried about her.
“I think you should see a doctor. Maybe you're brain dead,” he grinned at her.
“Very funny. I feel better.”
“I'd hate to have seen you on Monday.”
“Yes, you would have,” she said, but seeing him brought her back into the world again and she was less depressed when she went back to her room, although she was bone tired. Diana had warned her that she would be anemic for a while, and told her to eat lots of liver.
But by the following week, she seemed more herself, and felt well enough to go back to classes.
