LOGINMarcus had left her to herself to rest, and though his words still hung in the air, Ava could not rest in them yet because her mind could think too many things, too many fears, too many memories about all the things that had not gone right before. She was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, her hand was loosely lying on her stomach, and perhaps she was trying to remind herself of what was most important at present.
The nurses and visitors looked at Patricia's angry voice that reverberated across the hospital hallway.“Where is she?!” Patricia shouted again. “Where is Ava?!”Fear and exhaustion crashed down over Ava as she sat beside the NICU window.Marcus immediately stepped closer to her.It's not something you have to deal with now," he quietly said.But before Ava could answer, Patricia appeared around the corner.Her gaze went straight to Ava.
The sun was just beginning to pierce the light filtering through the hospital window as Ava sat quietly on the bed, gazing at the ring on her finger for the hundredth time. This was still not real to me.She was still looking at her hand when Marcus walked back into the room with two cups of coffee.By the end of the sentence, he had a small smile on his face as if to say, “You're back, you're back.”Ava looked up.“Doing what?”“Looks shocked,” replied Marcus.
The loud alarms continued to echo throughout the NICU, and their hearts beat painfully as they stood beside the glass, tears streaming down their faces, and both Marcus and Ava clutching onto each other as they watched helplessly as the doctors worked hard to stabilise their little son.“Come on, baby,” Ava whispered desperately. “Come on, come on…”In the room, the nurses moved around swiftly, manipulating tubes and monitoring machines, as the doctor looked at the monitor closely.One nurse said his oxygen level is “improving somewhat.Immediately, the doctor replied, “Keep going.&
A sharp sound that could be heard from the monitor, both loud and fast, and inside the NICU, the doctors and nurses raced around the tiny baby, faces serious as they concentrated on the falling numbers.“Oxygen levels are rapidly decreasing,” said one nurse urgently.The doctor promptly replied, "Adjust the support. “Now.”Ava stood still outside the glass, her hands clutched tight to it, her eyes never leaving her baby's, her breathing shivering like an ocean wave that she cannot control, terror creeping up inside her.What are they doing?” she shrieked, her voice shaking.
With the edge of the blanket clutched tightly in her weak fingers, Ava sat up slowly in her hospital bed as her mind roamed free, waiting for her baby to return, for she felt like every second was too long when he was not with her.A knock on the door was heard.“Come in,” Ava whispered.Yesterday the door opened and Lydia walked in slowly and quietly, concerned for Ava.Lydia's voice called out softly, “Ava…”Ava was surprised to look up.&ldqu
Ava was in a hospital bed, her body weak and heavy, with the soft sounds of machines in the room, the pain of delivery was still there, but it seemed small in comparison with the fear in her heart.“Marcus…” she said in a barely audible voice.There was no response, however.She turned her head slightly, but her eyes traced the room, and when she couldn't see him, her chest squeezed.At that time, a nurse came in carrying a small tray.The nurse said to her softly, “Good morning.” How do you feel?
No one spoke, one long second after Bella had said the name, Marcus. It was like the freezing of the air itself. Then the room exploded.Voices rose all at once. People rose, and chairs were scraping ominously against the floor. Somebody screamed, “This is crazy! " As some other voice shouted, "How
The room remained frozen after Bella's final words. No one moved. No one breathed. The gentle wedding music was already silent, and the stillness was oppressively quiet, and everyone could feel the weight.Bella was erect on the aisle, with her shoulders natural, her expression serene, in something
Bella was sitting alone on the bed, and her laptop was open, and her phone was next to it. The room was silent, and her thoughts were in motion. She had even shut the door, yet nobody ever entered her room without knocking. And this night, she desired no company whatsoever. And what she was doing w
Marcus went slowly into the hallway, as though he were merely striding his legs. His hands in his pockets, his face still, his mind was tumbling.The physician was a few steps away, talking in low tones to one of the nurses, glancing at a chart.Marcus waited until the nurse departed, and cleared h







