CHAPTER 61

The day passed with us just sitting around wide eyed, staring at the empty blood bag that sat in the dust bin brought from the bathroom. I was happy the tube was out of my body but the worry would kill me.

It had been two hours, no one having said a single thing since the very last drop of blood. I felt as if my baby would just die from the lack of blood which he desperately needed. Something was just wrong, having not felt any movement or warmth from him. My hand lay on my belly, rubbing it while silently begging him to please be okay. I felt stupid and useless even thinking about it, just hoping he was okay.

Each second I was breathing, I was just using so much energy and I still had not even recovered, feeling so drained, feeling so tired already. I lay back on the bed, my heart running laps in my chest.

My love, please come back home, we can revenge later, for now our baby needs you. I kept saying in my head, trying to reach out to him in anyway I could but failing.

“ The Quee