I could hardly move, nor breathe, even long after Vivian had left. I was shaking and hyperventilating at the same time.“Miss—Miss,” Someone called to me, but I could barely hear them. They sounded from a far distance away.“I think she’s going into shock,” Someone called out and held my hand.“Breathe, Miss, slowly and calmly. Yes—like that, breathe—brea—the,” I didn’t know who spoke, but gradually, I finally calmed. By the time I looked around, the faces were blurred around me. I had been crying and almost had a panic attack from a spike in my high blood pressure. I remember the doctor had warned against getting too emotionally excited, as it wasn’t good for both the baby and me.I wiped the tears off my face and found three pairs of eyes staring back at me. Two of whom were women.“You were having a panic attack. How far along are you?”I frowned, “Twelve weeks.” My voice sounded dry and hoarse.“You need to be careful, Ma’am. This is a very critical period for the baby. Any mistak
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