MasukThe room remained silent following the breakdown of Marcus. It was the sound of his shrill breathing. As Ava sat on the bed, she took her heart, watching him. She had not seen him in these ways.
Marcus wiped his face gradually with his hands, yet the tears streamed in.
“I am so
The following day, the hospital room was different. It was not silent and motionless anymore. Nurses were coming and going, checking machines, writing notes, and talking in low tones. Ava was sitting up on the bed, but resting. She had a small monitor attached to her, which displayed her heartbeat and that of the baby.One of the doctors entered with a file in his hand.“Good morning,” Ava replied in a low tone.In the room, Marcus was already present. He had arrived early and had not quit since the previous evening. He was standing close by the window and taking notice.The doctor examined the two.
The room remained silent following the breakdown of Marcus. It was the sound of his shrill breathing. As Ava sat on the bed, she took her heart, watching him. She had not seen him in these ways.Marcus wiped his face gradually with his hands, yet the tears streamed in.“I am sorry,” he said again, and it was a low and broken voice.Ava didn't reply.Marcus drew a long breath and endeavoured to calm down. Then he looked at her again.“I will not excuse myself, I will not excuse myself,” he said. "I know what I did."
The silence in the hospital room had been broken. The machines would beep softly, and the lights were faint. Ava was lying in bed with half-open eyes and a pale but calm face. She believed that she had some time to relax.Then the door opened slowly.Ava turned her head.Her heart went still.Marcus walked in.He swung the door behind him softly, as though he did not wish to be heard.Both of them remained silent for a moment.
Marcus was still standing outside the hospital room with a hand still suspended in front of the door handle. The low tones were still present on the inside.Thump... thump... thump...His swallow stopped, and his breath.“That... that is a heartbeat,” he said.The sound echoed again, and tightened his chest, his heart real."No... it can't be..." he grumbled, and shook his head.Daniel moved closer behind him with a dark expression.
The sirens made themselves heard as the ambulance had to run through the streets. Ava was lying on the stretcher, with a pale face on the inside, wet with sweat. She was squeezing her stomach with her hands, and the pain continued to come."It hurts..." she whispered weakly.Lydia was sitting next to her, and she was holding her hand fast.“You will be fine, Ava,” Lydia said, shaking. "We're almost there. Just hold on."Ava shook her head slightly."It's too much..." she cried softly.
It was late in the afternoon, and the house of Daniel was silent. Curtains were partly shut, and there was soft light in the living room. Ava was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, yet she was not drinking it. She had tired eyes and a pale face.Her hand was touching her stomach.“Please, please, stay,” she thought to herself.The door suddenly made a soft knock.Ava frowned.Daniel had walked away, and Riley was not anticipated."Who is it?" Ava called.
Marcus stood there in the living room, with his heart beating like a maniac.Patricia stood a couple of steps away, with her phone down and her back straight. The room was very tense, as though he could feel some kind of weight on his chest.“So?” Marcus asked. You were speaking of a wedding.Patric
Mark was sitting on the couch of Bella, all stiff and stuff, with his hands wrapped up. The room was much warmer than it ought to be, and the silence that lay between them was pressing his heart to death. Bella didn’t even sit. She had simply stood there, with her arms crosswise, and with all h
The room felt way too quiet. Mark stood in front of Ava, and her hands were clenched to the point that she could hardly breathe. The beat of her heart was so loud it was bound to have made him hear it. Mark looked at her eyes fixed in a searching way, all eager to hear her answer.Swear to me, Mar
Ava listened to the doorbell being rung, and her heart sank.She sat in her room, on a chair by the edge of her bed and was twisting her fingers. Her hands were sweaty, and her heart was beating too wildly. She had been anticipating this, but now that it had come, she would have wished to vanish.C







