Feelings And Emotions

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Vanessa woke up slowly, a sharp pain stabbed through her forehead. She groaned softly, trying to move, only to be met with another wave of pain. Her body felt heavy.

“Oh… you’re awake.” A soft voice spoke behind her. 

Vanessa tried to lift her hand, she watch as the nurse hovered over her.

“Where… where’s my baby?” she whispered with a trembling voice.

The nurse’s face softened a bit,there was sadness in her eyes.

 “I’m so sorry, miss. The baby couldn’t make it. You lost it.”

The words hit Vanessa like a punch to the chest. 

 “No! My baby!” Tears blurred her vision as they streamed down her cheeks.

Her body shook vigorously from the pain,and her hands clenched into fists on the bedsheet, just when she thought she suddenly had something to trap Andrea, the nurse stepped closer to her, but before she could speak, Vanessa cried out in pain. 

The doctor rushed in, his coat flapping slightly as he stepped forward. “I heard her crying! What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned.

“Oh, doctor,” the nurse said gently,with a soft voice. “She just found out she lost the baby.”

The doctor approached Vanessa carefully. “Take heart, okay? This is not the end of the world,” he encouraged, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder, hoping that would calm her, but Vanessa,in her grief and rage did the unthinkable.

 She grabbed the doctor by his shirt collar, and strangled him with her trembling hands. 

“What’s the end of the world then? Give me back my baby!” she cried, tears falling freely down her cheeks.

The nurse tried to pull Vanessa away, but her grip was very tight.

“I won’t let you lie to me!” she screamed, shaking the doctor slightly. “where is my baby!”

The doctor’s hands went up.

“Miss, please, you’re hurting me. You need to rest,” he pleaded, but Vanessa would not have any of it , she shook her head violently, still pulling the doctor.

“Give me back my child!”.

It was clearly obvious trying to calm her wasn't working.

The nurse seeing the commotion in the ward, ran out to call for help, it took the help of two strong male nurses to pull the doctor from Vanessa's grip.

***

In another part of the hospital, Isabella lay on her ward, her eyes were closed, and she looked exhausted and pale. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional beep from the heart monitor beside her bed.

The door creaked open. Andrea stepped in, holding a bouquet of flowers, he had a stiff posture,his face unreadable, but his eyes lingered on her.

Isabella’s eyes snapped open all of a sudden, like she could feel heavy eyes on her from her sleep, she frowned at the sight of Andrea, he was the least person she wanted to see right now.

“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply. Her voice was low.

 “I do not want to see you.” she added.

Andrea’s hands remained at his side. He looked down at the flowers, then back at her.

 “I brought you flowers,” he said quietly. “Let’s make things right.”

Isabella’s eyes flared, and without a word, she grabbed the bouquet and threw it to the floor. The petals scattered like fragile confetti.

Is he really serious right now? After making her go through hell? He thinks he can just walk in and say some sweet words and everything will be alright?

“I don’t want to see you,” Isabella spat, her voice cracked, as pain surge through her.

 “Or your ugly face near me. I nearly lost my child a second time, all because of you!” Her hands shook as she pressed them to her stomach. 

“The second time?” Andrea asked, confused, as his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Isabella’s lips curled in frustration. 

“The day I caught you with my so-called best friend?”

 “I wanted to announce my pregnancy to you, as an anniversary gift. But you announced your sexcapades with my best friend with me .” She said, shaking her head, her hair falls into her face as tears streamed down.

“And not only that,” she continued.

“you strangled me like I meant nothing and pushed me to the floor… leaving with your mistress.”

 “If I hadn’t called my brother… if he hadn’t come on time… I would have lost the baby.”

Andrea’s eyes widened in shock, hqis hand reached toward her, then stopped. He took a small step back, speechless.

“I had no idea you were pregnant,” he admitted finally.

“How would you know?” Isabella snapped.

 “You were too busy riding my best friend like a horse! You even got her pregnant!” Her tears fell faster, staining her cheeks.

Andrea’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Sh…she lost the baby.” The words came out quietly, almost accidentally, from Andrea’s lips. Isabella didn’t know whether to feel sad or happy about the news she just heard.

Just then, the door burst open. Miguel rushed in.

“Isabel!” he screamed, running toward her.

Isabella laughed softly through her tears as Miguel enveloped her in a warm embrace. Andrea watched quietly from the corner, feeling regret in ways he couldn't yet comprehend.

For a brief moment, Andrea wished he could be a part of that joy. He wished he could make her laugh like that, like a carefree teenager. But he knew he had destroyed that possibility with his own hands.

“When were you released?” Isabella asked, still holding onto Miguel.

“This morning,” Miguel replied, playing gently with a strand of her hair. He smiled, trying to lighten the tension.

“How’s the baby?” he asked carefully.

“He’s fine,” Isabella said softly, placing a hand over her stomach.

Miguel raised an eyebrow. “He? Who told you it’s a he?”

Isabella laughed weakly. “No, it’s a he. I want a boy,” she said with weak smiles.

“No little sis, it's gonna be a girl” Miguel said.

“Hell no! it's a boy” Isabella argued playfully.

The two siblings began to argue playfully, teasing one another like children, their laughter fills the room. For a moment, they forgot Andrea was even there.

Andrea cleared his throat loudly.

 “I’m still here,” he said, as his voice cut through their laughter.

Isabella paused, then muttered under her breath, “Who cares?”

Miguel turned to Andrea, frowning slightly, but Isabella only smiled faintly.

Andrea stood silently, watching the siblings, his hands were in his pockets, he wanted to intervene, and take control, but the sight of their laughter, and bond, made him pause.

For a fleeting second, he wondered if there was still a way to fix the damage he had caused. But he knew the past could not be erased easily.

“Now that you’ve released my brother,” Isabella said hopefully, breaking into Andrea's thought, 

“can you let me go too?”

She was expecting Andrea to say yes but instead, he shook his head firmly and said . “No,” 

Isabella’s hopeful expression fell, as she bit her lip, he said it without hesitation,like it was never in his plans to let her go.

Is he going to keep her hostage forever?