Marsha Faolm fidgeted in her chair. She sat on one of those ugly, slippery, salmon colored vinyl chairs in the corner of the hospital room. The room looked as if it had once been cream colored, but now it just resembled the grey of a rainy day sky. It was chilly for November and she shivered in her hospital gown, it barely reaching her knees.
"Don't you even want to look at her? Don't you want to see our child?" asked the man standing in the doorway. He wore old faded jeans and a brown leather jacket. It looked as if he hadn't slept or showered for days. He stood leaning against the door frame, looking over at Marsha. "She is your baby too. Just face it, it was both our faults. Now we have a little baby girl." He said, pausing. "We should be in there adoring her, making plans, getting married…" He paused, looking up hopefully at the chair, but Marsh was off it in an instant. She stood on the cold floor fists clenched glaring at him.
At that moment the nurse walked in. "Oh hello." She said brightly, "You must be the father I presume?" She asked, turning to have it confirmed with Marsha. When she saw Marsha's expression she stopped and confusedly looked from one angry person to the other. The pure hatred was clear in Marsh's, yet under the anger on Roy's there was a sad pathetic look, like he hadn't given up yet.
This isn't a hook; it's a first page.
It's not hooking me, but I'm not much on this kind of story. I'd be happier if a cattle prod materialized in someone's hands and they all chased each other around the office...but that's just me.