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She was slipping away.
Even after they stabilized her vitals, even after they cleared out the blood and cleaned the wound on her head put a bandage on it for days... weeks, she wasn’t waking up. Elara was just... there. She lay still and pale. The blue on her lips hadn't faded to the normal red I knew them to be. It still meant the f*****g doctors weren't doing their f*****g jobs. She was not waking up. The machines beeped in that monotonous rhythm like they were mocking me, telling me this was my punishment for being such a bully. Such a horrible monster.
The doctor’s words echoed in my ears, sharp, clear and final: “She lost the child.”
I sat in the hospital corridor, the white walls blurring around me, my hands stained with her blood even after scrubbing them raw. It clung to m
