The ambulance arrives in minutes.He’s pale.
Pacing.
I’m on the stretcher, breath shallow, arms clutching my stomach like I can hold the pain back.
The medics move fast ,flashing lights.
Questions I can’t answer,Adrian stays by my side.
He doesn’t speak.
His jaw is clenched too tightly.
I reach for his hand.
He squeezes mine hard.
Like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
The hospital is cold.White ceilings.
Sterile walls.
Machines beeping.
A nurse pulls him back.
“Wait here.”He refuses.
They don’t listen.
I’m alone again.
I hate this part.They check the baby.The heartbeat was fast.
Too fast.
My own feels like it’s stalling.
A doctor enters.
Young. Stern eyes.
“Stress-induced contractions,” he says.
“Too early.”I nodded.
“I need to keep her safe.”
“We’ll try. But you need rest. Absolute rest.”
They give me something to calm me down.
I drift.
In and out.
When I woke up, he’s there again.
Adrian.
Sitting beside me.
Holding my hand like it’s the only thing he trusts.
“They’re keeping you overnight,”
