Krisanta's POV The sterile scent of the hospital clung to me like a second skin. Hindi ko na alam kung ilang araw na akong nandito, pero ramdam ko na parang bawat oras ay pinagmamasdan ako. Every test felt unnecessary, yet they always insisted it was “standard.” This morning, habang nagpapahinga ako sa bed, isang nurse slipped in quietly. She placed a chart at the foot of my bed and began adjusting the IV. Napansin kong medyo nagmamadali siya—parang ayaw niyang magtagal. When she left, the chart remained. My pulse quickened. I shouldn’t, I knew I shouldn’t. But something inside me screamed that answers were buried there. Slowly, I slid the folder closer and opened it. The first pages were routine: CBC results, blood pressure, fetal heart monitoring. Pero habang nagbabasa ako, may nakita

