After what felt like an eternity of Dr. Harrison examining me, checking my pulse, and asking questions about the pain, he finally stepped back from the bed with a concerned expression on his face.
"How is she, Doctor?" Dominic asked anxiously from where he stood near the doorway. "Is the ba— is she going to be okay?"
I noticed how he almost mentioned the baby but caught himself at the last second. He was being careful to keep our secret, just like I had asked.
"Miss Antalya is experiencing severe stress-related symptoms," Dr. Harrison said, packing his medical instruments back into his bag. "Her body is in a very delicate condition right now, and any additional stress could be dangerous for her health."
"What does that mean exactly?" Dominic pressed, moving closer to the bed.
"It mean
