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Elvira’s POV

The sound of a machine beeping rang in my ears; I could hear water dripping, and no one's presence was felt. I tried to open my eyes but I felt intense pain in my eyelids.

I tried to move but the pain was worse. I didn’t know where I was or who was around. I tried my best to move, “Call the doctor,” I heard an unfamiliar voice speak, and that only made me more scared.

Who was she? I have never heard this voice before.

I managed to force my eyes open to see that I was in an unfamiliar room. The room was lit up but was painted in beige; the room lacked color, and it was simple.

There was medical equipment in the room and the water droplets I heard earlier were the drip attached to my hand. The familiar face of the manager I had met at the hotel was here and that made me even more anxious.

Did Casper save me? Or did Karisa save me? Why was the hotel manager standing next to me?

The doctor came into the room, he did some examinations on me, and spoke to the manager before he left the room.

I pointed at the bottle of water on the desk, she passed it to me, and helped me drink out of the bottle.

I placed my hands on my tummy, “My…. My baby… is she alright?”

The manager’s eyes softened, “I’m sorry.”

That word broke everything inside me. I shook my head as I looked into her eyes, my eyes begging her to tell me she was lying but reality hit when I didn’t get a response from her.

My chest hurt uncontrollably, I pinched my hand to feel physical pain, the pain in my heart was too much and I couldn’t bear it anymore. I was hurt yet tears refused to come out of my eyes.

I dreamt of the day I would carry my child and now it would only remain a dream.

The phone call before the accident suddenly flashed before my eyes, “What… how is my Akira doing?”

“I do not have any information on your daughter,” She answered and this time her tone became softer.

I didn’t understand anything she was saying, “Bring me, Casper.”

“I’m afraid I cannot do that,” She responded with professionalism.

I didn’t even want to know anything. I ripped out the drip from my hands; my body was weak and sore. As I stood up from the bed, pain shot through my bones and I fell to the bed.

“You have been unconscious for three weeks now,” A male unfamiliar voice said as he entered the room, “Have the nurse place the drip back on.”

Three weeks? How was that even possible?

“Who are you?” I managed to ask despite the piercing pain in my head.

“Someone you should be grateful to,” The man responded, his tone and demeanor were stern, “And in those three weeks your world has changed.”

“How is my child?” I asked the most important question I wanted to ask.

The man politely bowed his head. “I’m sorry, but the child you were carrying is no more. By the time we saved you, the baby was already a stillborn, and for your other child, she is still unconscious.”

I felt hurt for my baby who didn’t get to see the sunlight but I didn’t know if I should be happy that my daughter was still alive or sad that she was still unconscious.

Anger surged through my heart, adding to the pain I was already experiencing, when I remembered my family and my in-laws' doings, especially the two people I trusted with my entire life. I thought hard before saying, “I want to return home to my daughter.”

The man nodded his head, “But you do not have a home to return to.”

“That…. That’s…. Impossible,” I stammered, I couldn’t trust him, maybe he was some kidnapper.

Maybe my in-laws would not accept me but my family would. I just wanted to be near my daughter.

The man gave way for the nurse to insert the needle in my hand, “Right now you are dead to the world but if you return then you would be a wanted criminal.”

I looked at him with confusion, “What… what are you saying?” I managed to choke those words out of my mouth.

The unfamiliar man picked up the remote and turned on the TV, “Let me show you a recap of your world now.”