Just as I lay there, consumed by my sorrow, my phone pierced the silence with its shrill ring. I hesitated, wondering if I should answer or I should let it be, but I wondered what if it was am emergency, something compelled me to pick it up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the name on the screen - Doctor John, my baby's father.
"Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey Doctor Mirabel, it's me," he said, his tone urgent. "I need your help, please. An emergency situation has come up at the hospital and I need you there, now."
I rubbed my temples, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. "John, I...I don't know if I can make it. I'm not feeling well, and weak, I am not suitable enough today...I'm just not up to it."
"Please, you have to come, you are a good doctor," he begged
