hina'
my eyes flutter open is a qu
rd... I'm v
s, my head pounding, body aching in ways I can
ke I'm speaking through a fog. I try to si
've seen him only briefly, but his weary eyes are etche
gain, slowly, carefully,
stand what?" My hands tremble as I press
llowing. "The baby
ntly, my chest tightens, and my hands clutch t
t almost disappears. "It's not possible. I.
ow you are, but... the bleeding was sev
ears already streaming down my face. "I was scr
upts gently, "I kno
waited!" My voice echoes, bouncing o
r has struck him physically. "We..
n blurring with tears. "
, only looks down, jaw tight.
hands tighten around the sheets as if I could hold onto some
ce breaking. "No... the
Dr. Harris says quietly. "
ing crushed from all sides. My body shakes violently, my tears wet
new, and he hasn't come. Not even t
hose sad, tired eyes, the kind of look that says he
"I needed him," I whisper. "I nee
laine. She's young, her hair pulled into a tight bun, her face s
e says softly. "Ho
the sheet. "How do you think I'm feeling
s, then back to me. "I... I'm so sorry. We...
elief. "You watched me bleed. You waited because someone
ess into a thin lin
with rage and grief. "Not here. Not ask
ative hand on my shoulde
hile my baby dies? Busy while I'm lying here, alo
me space. "I wish there was more
rying to hide the tears. "There's nothing more you c
omething to cling to. But the room smells of antiseptic, cold and cle
Time has no meaning here. The emp
nd dial Julian's number again. It rings.
voice is tiny, breaking. "I lost the ba
d, feeling its weight like a ston
that will never be sung. I imagine holding a tiny hand that doesn't exist
r opens
ope flaring in my chest, t
t isn
s h
ret A
oor, each sound deliberate. Her cream coat is immaculate, her pearl earrings catching th
he foot of the
st tighten even more cold

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