Mag-log inI walked over to the mattress and sat down, the physical toll of the journey catching up to me all at once. I looked around the bleak, gray room. It felt like a prison cell, but as I inhaled the stale air, a profound sense of relief washed over me. There were no guards here. No cameras tracking my e
Waiting in the shadows was a nondescript, mud-splattered delivery van. The engine was idling silently, its headlights completely switched off. Medusa opened the side sliding door and practically poured me into the back. The interior was dark and smelled of oil and old cardboard boxes. There were n
The mention of my baby hit me like a physical blow. I swallowed hard, the fear in my chest instantly hardening into something resembling resolve. I looked down at the dark clothes, then back at Medusa. "How do we get out?" I asked, my voice steadying. "There are security cameras at every exit. Nur
The hospital smelled of industrial bleach, stale coffee, and the distinct, metallic tang of dying dreams. I lay perfectly still in the sterile dark, my eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles. A rhythmic, mechanical hum vibrated through the mattress—the steady, artificial pulse of the heart monitor taped
The words didn't make sense. They hung in the sterile air of the hospital room like a foreign language, bouncing off the white walls without hitting my brain. Pregnant. My hand instinctively lifted from the sheet, trembling violently as I pressed my palm flat against my lower stomach, just below
The harsh, blinding glare of the surgical lights slowly dissolved into a soft, hazy blur of sterile white. The heavy, chemical fog of the anesthesia clung to my brain like thick mud, making the rhythmic, metallic beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor sound like it was echoing from the bottom







