I take a deep breath as I lay across the bed. I feel unbearably dizzy and nauseous, like I could vomit so much to fill a dry river. Annette helps me sit up carefully before bringing a cup of water to my lips. I take a dip, the cool liquid making me feel better almost immediately.
“I don't feel well,” I cry to Annette.
She strokes my hair. “The physician will be here soon.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, taking deep breaths.
My eyes water as the pain suddenly stops. The knife repeatedly cutting my lower abdomen is suddenly gone. I sit up, breathless.
“It's gone. It's all gone,” I pant.
I fall back onto the bed. I'm only three months pregnant, and I cannot even begin to imagine how horribly excruciating childbirth will be.
“Marjorie?”
I look up to see Gregory striding into the room i
