In the ward.
Larissa was still lying on the bed, her face pale and half-blooded, her exposed skin all pinched and purple.
What a terrible state of affairs!
"Larissa, why are you in this state?" Gloria had a deliberate look of concern on her face.
Larissa's eyes, which had been closed, popped open, bloodshot eyes looking directly at Gloria, staring at the examination report in her hand.
"You give me the report."
Larissa's raspy voice sounded in the room.
Larissa looked at the report sheet in her hand, biting her lip to reveal bloodshot eyes, "Give it to me!"
If she moved a bit now, her bones would ache as if they were shattered.
Gloria had taken two steps when she was suddenly yanked away from a hand.
Larissa grabbed the report and scanned line after line over the words.
[Tearing... a hemorrhage, ruptured uterus...can't conceive for life!!!]
For a woman, being denied the right to be a mother could push one over the edge!