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.

a

was flat before, I could feel the presence of a child. Now, with the same flat belly, I knew I had lost a tiny life. "Melanie!" Eliana and Jade's faces appeared before me, both

mustered a weak

"What's up..."

voice sounded terrible, like a broken horn,

Eliana burst into tears.

it, Clyde, that idiot,

didn't someone just knock him out cold? Or better yet, knock some

far, your baby,

sobs grew louder, while Jade, who was on the verge of tears,

"Are you feeling alright anywhere? Does your stomach hurt?

I'll get you whatever

want." evel.

her hand in response, shaking my

never meant to be kept. You

inevitable. It's alright; I've come to terms with it a long

their hands, I

crying only grew louder, eventually drawing Warren

is enough. Anyone would think you're the one with

expressionlessly, checked my IV, and

an old bike at this point; barely running and about

took a toll on your