(Evy's Point of View)
"What am I holding up?" enquired the doctor standing in front of me.
My hazy vision picked up what he was holding. "A hand," I responded.
"Do you feel discomfort anywhere?"
"No, just a small headache,"
He gave a nod. "You're in a critical condition, Mrs. Evelyn; you need to stay in the hospital for a few days for frequent check-ups,"
So much for hate for hospitals. "What happened to my baby? Did I lose it?"
The doctor let out a sigh. "The fetus is so fragile; it's a marvel it's still alive. However, you and your child will be alright after a complete inspection."
I moaned, clutching my forehead. When was this going to be over? Was my child going to die first? My hand moved sluggishly to the top of my tummy.
" Miss Williams,"
Officer Nim
