When I got to the hospital, I met Preggo smiling at me as soon as I got in through the door. I knew that she was her usual cheerful self and since she had not seen any of us since yesterday, she was bound to be happier than normal.
“Good morning Mrs. Edna.” She greeted me cheerfully as always, but today I was not in the mood as I had other things rummaging through my mind.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” I said, my terrible attempt at masking how I felt becoming more evident with everything I did.
She seemed thrown off by my cold response as I kept doing everything I had to. I gave her the usual dosage for injections and her drugs. I laced her drip with a sleeping drug so she should be asleep soon, and I will not have to bother about her for hours.
“This is completely worth it,
