My worst nightmare has come true.
“What do you mean there were three babies?” I ask pacing around. I’ve let go of Anya’s hand she’s turned to the side and has been crying since we were informed.
“So what happened?” the doctor sighed and explained that there weren’t enough nutrients that the baby was feeding on and that perhaps her slipping into a coma didn’t help either.
“So what do we do now?” I ask my hands on my waist.
“Well she will have to come to check ups every week to monitor the babies growth and development but we can’t remove the third one. The child doesn’t pose a threat to her health so she’s fine.” I turn around a punch the wall leaving a slight crack on it. Anya turns to look at me and she freezes when she sees my knuckles bleeding.
The doctor calls a nurse who quickl
