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.

"I haven't said much before because I know no

wound that never fully heals, so I didn't feed you empty promises

your baby as leverage, but you said it yourself-you want to keep her. That means you need to be there for her, or else, make the

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

to hurt you, the baby, and Greg. And all of

the time Christine paused for a breath, ready to continue her plea, raised my hand

don't take care of yourself, not even Dr. Adams can guarantee anything for your

been trying to stay strong for you, risking his

maybe it's a sign that this baby just wasn't meant to be

I had never imagined Grandma leaving so

care of Victor

line, I didn't have the luxury to grieve properly. Pulling myself

finally spoke,

noting my lack of strength, and