Rhea's POV
With impulse, I tore off the plaster, and it made so much noise, to the extent that the sound echoed through the four corners of the room.
The string that bound my hands felt like a restraint on my very existence, and without a second thought, I took it off too.
“I have to get out of here no matter what,” I muttered to myself.
My recklessness didn't allow me to think of the repercussions; I just be out of here and find Aaron. Being locked inside this room felt like hell.
Setting my self free, though, came at a price. My hands felt this stinging pain and excessive blood began to pour out of it.
This was quite bad because I overheard the nurse and the doctor discussing on how I had lost a lot of blood from the miscarriage but now I was losing more and I could feel myself
