Sitting up proved much harder than rolling over. Even leaning against a pile of pillows, Rosalind still felt an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her incision. Still, the glass of cool water refreshed her greatly. She drank one quickly, and then another. At last, sighing, she set the cup aside.
“Thank you, Doctor, for saving my baby… and me.”
“You’re welcome, Señora. I did all I could for you,” he replied. “As long as no infection sets in, I think you will recover completely.”
“Yes. I will be sure of it,” she replied, lifting her chin.
“No doubt.” He grinned.
“Did you do… what you said?” she asked, a thread of sorrow winding through her.
“Sí, “he replied. “The risk of subsequent pregnancies is too great.”
She looked down, at last understanding. He did not exaggerate the risk. I ha
