She struggled to her feet, a warm rush of liquid between her legs. When she reached down to touch it, her hand came back stained with blood.
A wave of panic washed over Joanne. Clutching her stomach, she rushed downstairs and hailed a taxi straight to the hospital.
After the examination, the doctor delivered the devastating news: she had miscarried and needed an immediate D&C procedure.
She clutched the doctor's hand, her voice trembling with desperation, "Save it, please, save it!"
"It's already too late," the doctor sighed, shaking his head. "You've taken a large dose of misoprostol. The embryo is already gone."
"Misoprostol?" Joanne's lips trembled. "What's that?"
The doctor frowned, studying her. "It's a d**g that induces uterine contractions, leading to abortion. Are you telling
