I lay on the stretcher, writhing in agony.
The pain in my stomach was unbearable.
I felt warm liquid flowing beneath me.
And I reached out, trying to grasp the blurred figure beside me.
Please, save my baby!
"Dr. Smith, the blood bank is running low. There's only one bag of type A blood left, and both your wife and Miss Ford need it. Who should we prioritize?" A nurse rushed in, her voice urgent.
Through my hazy vision, I saw a tall man standing by the bed.
"Jarrod... save... save our child."
"Give me the plasma, " Jarrod demanded, snatching the plasma from the nurse's hands.
I finally managed to grab his hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
Don't be afraid, child. Daddy would save you.
But then, he abruptly shook off my hand.
My hand hit the bed frame with a resounding thud.
"Katie, Sylvia got hurt trying to save you. You can't be this selfish. The blood supply from the nearby hospital is being rushed over. Just hold on a little longer."
With that, Jarrod ran out without looking back.
I reached out, but grasped nothing, watching helplessly as he left.
Before losing consciousness, I wondered why this could happen.
Oh right, today I was accepting my prenatal check-up.
Jarrod Smith, my husband, hadn't been home for two nights, so I made some soup to bring to him.
Then, I seemed to have been in a car accident.
At that moment, I had only one thought that I must protect my child.
Child?
I jolted awake, my whole body aching.
I tried to lift my hand, but my fingers wouldn't obey my mind.
"You're awake?" A doctor wearing a mask approached, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"I'm truly sorry for your loss. Due to severe bleeding, we couldn't save your baby."
I stared wide-eyed. What was he saying? How could my child not be saved?
My fingertips finally touched my belly.
There was no heartbeat anymore.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't cry out. Tears silently soaked into my hair.