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Lisa's POV
"Mrs. Moreno," the doctor said, stepping closer with a file in hand bearing my name. Her expression was grave, eyes fixed on the report. "We've successfully evacuated the baby from your womb.... but I'm afraid there are some complications. Going forward you have to be very careful. The abortion pills have made your womb very fragile and any more abortion in the future can cause you to lose your life."
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer, ripping my heart apart. I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. So I just nodded slowly, trying so hard not to blink as doing that would cause the tears that I have been holding back to fall.
Dr. Vexley forced a smile and continued. "You can be discharged now. Where is your husband? I don't see him anywhere around here."
Right. Where the hell is Bryan? He had left hurriedly yesterday after telling me he had to take care of some business deals. He should be here by my side, comforting me but he had disappeared into thin air.
I couldn't tell the doctor that, so I lied, "He quickly stepped out to grab something."
She nodded and stepped out of the room after checking my vitals one last time.
The moment, the door shut behind her, I finally broke. My tears streamed down, hot against my cheeks, fingers curling tightly around the bedsheets like it was the only thing holding me together.
Pulling the zipper of my bags open, I retrieved the picture of the x-ray of my baby-the one I never got the chance to meet. I trailed my fingers on the black and white image and a choked sob slipped past my lips.
Two months ago, I discovered that I was four weeks pregnant for my husband, Bryan Moreno on our third year wedding anniversary. It was the happiest day of our lives and we looked forward to becoming parents. But a week ago, while at work, I noticed blood slipping down my thighs and I collapsed before I knew what was happening.
When I woke up two days ago, the doctor diagnosed that I lost my baby from the complication of using an overdose of abortion pills and a surgery was carried out on me to remove the dead child.
Abortion pills? The words felt strange to my ears because I don't remember using any. How did an abortion pill get into my system, just how? Why would I want to get rid of the same child I have looked forward to all my life?
I had done a lot of thinking, trying to fight out who could have fed me with an abortion pills but I couldn't think of anyone. Other than Bryan, Selena-my best friend, and Anna, my colleague at work-no one else knew about my pregnancy.
And now, I'm on the verge of losing my life for something I didn't have an idea about.
I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand, still sobbing and suddenly felt suffocated by the pungent smell of the hospital, felt haunted by the sterile cold walls-They were quiet reminder of what I have lost. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
Straining my weak hands, I reached for my phone on the bedstand. With trembling fingers, I swiped the screen open, dialing Bryan. It rang once. Twice. Thrice. Up to the tenth time, but he wasn't answering.
What the hell is he doing? I let out a frustrated sigh, slamming the phone on the bed. Maybe he is busy with the new investors he talked about?
Still willing to go home, I stood slowly from the bed, changed away from the hospital robe into a loose dress and packed my few belongings. I made my way out of the hospital, the afternoon sun brushing against my face.
"Gray wood street," I muttered to the cab driver as I slid into the backseat. I heaved deeply, resting my head on the door as different thoughts swirled my mind again. The baby. The pills. The complications.
"Ma'am," the cab driver voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "We've arrived." He was staring back at me weirdly and that tells me he's been calling me for a while but I had zoned out completely and didn't hear him.
"Oh..." I quickly retrieved a few dollars from my purse, handing them to him. "You can keep the change."
"Thanks......" He gave a grateful smile.
I forced a smile, stepping out.
With slow, heavy steps, I made my way towards our small but comfortable apartment. Inside, I was surprised to see Bryan's car parked at the garage. If he was home, why didn't come over to the hospital? I shoved the thoughts off. Maybe he just got back.
I froze the moment I stepped into the living room. The air in there was thick with a scent of sex, and lust.
A low, breathy moan echoed down the hallway. My heart twisted. No, no, no... This can't be happening, right?
Dragging my weak body forward, each step felt like a betrayal to my soul. I walked down the hallway, the open bedroom door exposing more than I could bear. My trembling hand reached for the doorframe as I stared inside.
And there he was.
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