Lost Me Gained Regret

After what felt like an eternity of darkness, I woke up parched, but the relief that washed over me when I felt my baby still safe inside was enough to push me to sit up, reaching for a glass of water. That's when Christine burst back into the room, swiftly taking the glass from my hand.

"Let me," she insisted, her voice laced with urgency. "You stay put until Dr. Adams checks on you."

Seeing the worry etched on her face, and fearing for my baby's well-being, I reluctantly laid back down.

Christine returned with a glass of warm water, carefully adjusting the pillows behind me so I could sit up comfortably.

I couldn't help but protest, "You don't have to fuss so much; I'm not that frail."

But Christine fixed me with a stern look. "Don't pretend you're okay just for my sake. We've been friends for years; I know you better than that."

I took a sip of water, hiding the sorrow in my eyes, and changed the subject. "How's Greg?"

"Running a high fever, in the next room," she replied, curtly cutting off any response I might have had.

tone softening, "I haven't said much before because I know no words can truly share your pain. No comfort words

empty promises about moving on

to keep her. That means you need to be there for her, or else, make the hard choice now." "Don't let her suffer with you. It'll only hurt you both

You don't have to cry, but you need to express what you're really

the baby, and Greg. And all of us who care

paused for a breath, ready to continue her

yourself, not even Dr. Adams can

stay strong for you, risking his own health. He can't bear to see you in

get through to you, maybe it's a sign that this baby

in thought. I had never imagined Grandma leaving so suddenly. I had plans to

even taking care of Victor

settle anything. And now, with my baby on the line, I didn't have the luxury to grieve properly. Pulling myself out of the deep sorrow was no easy

spoke, "I need to see

noting my lack of