When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

The moment I was wheeled into the hospital, I was utterly dazed.

My hand drifted downwards, and sure enough, there was a lot of blood. But why didn't it hurt? Why couldn't I feel anything?

Nurses kept reassuring me, urging me to take deep breaths, but why should I be reassured?

It wasn't until Warren Chandler's stoic face came into view that I realized I was crying.

"Dr. Chandler, my baby..."

"We'll handle the procedure, just a minor one. You just stay calm. Eliana has arranged for a hearty beef and vegetable stew for you after the surgery. It'll help you recover... just sleep it off..." He and a few other medical staff pushed the gurney along.

Looking up at his tightly pressed lips, I saw him anxious for the first time.

Feeling my gaze, he looked down. This time, his usual sharp tongue was replaced with a simple reassurance, "Don't worry."

A smile flickered across my face. "Tell Eliana not to come."

Clyde was her unrequited love from college days, the one that got away.

I knew she claimed to despise Clyde, but deep down, she was still hung up on the college version of Clyde, just like me.

Would she become disillusioned with love upon knowing what had become of Clyde now?

Tears rolled down my cheeks, uncertain if they were for her or for me, as I slipped into unconsciousness under anesthesia. When I woke up, I knew the child was gone.

was a

the presence of a child. Now, with the same flat belly, I knew I had lost

mustered a weak

"What's up..."

a broken

Eliana burst into tears.

Clyde, that idiot,

just knock him out cold? Or better yet, knock some sense

went too far,

on

tightly, "Are you feeling alright anywhere?

get you

want." evel.

her hand in response, shaking

to be kept. You

come to terms with

I tried to

crying only grew louder,

think you're the one with a serious

walked over expressionlessly, checked my IV, and took

fever. Your body's like an old bike at this point; barely running and about

took a toll on your body, lost