My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Baby, my baby..." I called, repeatedly. Then, I saw a very small silhouette in the bright light. He toddled towards me. Because he was too young, he was taking short unsteady steps.

I was so delighted to have finally seen him. Running to meet him, I held him in my arms and looked closely at him. He was really tiny. His face was red, possibly from how much effort he put in to come out of my belly.

I gazed at his little nose and little eyes. They looked so perfect on him. He even smiled at me. He looked exactly like an angel when he curled the corners of his tiny lips.

"Arianna," A deep voice echoed in my ears. "Arianna!"

I looked around to locate the source of the voice, but there was only emptiness around me. I could see nothing.

When I came back to my senses and wanted to see my baby again, he was already gone. I was alone amid the white fog, at a loss.

"Arianna!" The voice from earlier called again. I covered my ears, refusing to listen to it. I didn't want to be distracted again. I looked around for my child, just as I did before.

curse. It kept on ringing in

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from the pain, I opened my eyes and

surrounded by a group of doctors in white

"Finally!

Transfer her to the ICU. Keep close eyes on her for the next twenty-four hours, and move her to the general ward if everything looks good."

of people convoyed me to the ICU ward. My throat hurt so badly that

to feel intense pain from all over my body, but especially in the abdomen area. It hurt as if I was tugging on the nerves

until the anesthesia

up and rescue me from the warehouse. It could be Hendrix, or it could be Aaron, but I had never once considered

I only looked at him, and my tears rolled down from the

to have understood what I meant. He sighed, "Your priority now is to rest well. You'll have a baby again in the future." Hearing his words, my heart

began to tremble and sob in endless agony. Irvin came to hold my hand, his face dark,