DANIELLAH
I wake up feeling like hell.
“Morning Mrs Hilton,” the nurse is adding something to my drip. “Take it easy, you’ve been through a lot.” She warns when I pull down the oxygen mask.
It’s all coming back to me. I’m in the hospital because I was bleeding and “my baby!” I hold my stomach.
“Did you—did you save my baby?” I struggle to speak as my lungs refuse to do their job and provide me with air.
“Calm down Mrs Hilton, stress is not good for you.” She lays me down but I just go back up.
I need to know what’s wrong with my baby. There was a lot of blood.
“Get the doctor,” she turns to the other nurse as the machines begin to make noise. “Your blood pressure is rising, we need to calm you down.”
“My baby, please save my baby!” I beg as she restores the oxygen mask back on
