But then I did notice it; noticed her flat stomach, her thin, gaunt face. Her haunted, terror-stricken eyes—and, also, the complete lack of blood anywhere.
“What happened here?”
“No-nothing—nothing happened. Don’t you see? He was just—he was just here, inside, kicking ... and then—then the kicking stopped.” She batted the tears from her eyes. “It just stopped; do you understand? It—”
She turned and retched into the bowl; forcibly, violently—just retched and retched, her entire body shaking.
I looked at Hank—who was already on the phone—then reached up, slowly, and flushed the toilet.
“Now, listen. There’s, ah, there’s people on the way here who are gonna help us with this—this thing, okay? So, until then, you just lean on the big white telephone here and try not to move—and I mean not
