Nervous, all James could do in the waiting room of the small private office was bite his nails, look around, and count the time Mariana was in there. The clock read half an hour.
Just as the man was giving up and heading for the door to demand to know what the situation was, it opened. The doctor, with straight hair and olive-colored skin, said to him:
"Please come in."
He didn't have to ask twice. Mariana was lying on the stretcher, her eyes watering. James went to her immediately and held her hand.
"Is everything okay, how's the baby?"
"The baby is fine," the doctor replied. "The abnormal bleeding was just a hormonal imbalance due to stress. Mariana needs plenty of rest and to avoid situations that wear her down."
"I was so afraid of losing my baby," she murmured.
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