"Eleanor!"
Through the haze of pain and drugs, she caught a familiar voice calling her name. A blurry figure hovered above her, and for one foolish second, it looked like Winslow.
She almost laughed at herself. Must be the medicine playing tricks.
Time slipped away in fragments. When she finally forced her eyes open, harsh white lights glared down from the ceiling, and Judith sat beside her, eyes red and swollen.
"My baby..." she whispered, voice cracking.
Judith swallowed hard, his face full of regret. "The gunman's hand shook, and the bullet only grazed you. But the baby... we couldn't save it. They'll need to do a procedure soon to finish things."
Tears flooded her eyes. She pressed both hands over her stomach, as if she could still protect the tiny life that was already gone.
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