LEILA
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I don’t like the smell of hospitals.
Not with the smell of blood and antibiotics and all that s**t, and that of antiseptic.
Gerald paced the floor, his earlier composure gone.
I had scolded them both when I did see them, with a flimsy excuse that something urgent came up.
“What the hell is more urgent than a pregnant woman?”
I had asked Damien and he was just quiet the whole time I scolded, while everyone stared at me.
The nurses. The doctors. Everyone.
But I didn’t care if I looked mad, what if no one was there? What if it was somewhere else more private?
And then he had held me and hugged me apologizing, while Gerald just stood there, acting like this wasn't what we’ve been waiting for and the right time he was nowhere to be found.
“Im sorry Leila, I had to take
