Elira's POV"What about my baby?" I looked up at the doctor in the white coat, my heart hammering against my ribs. My hands shook so hard I had to grip the bedsheets.The doctor hesitated. He looked at his clipboard, then at the floor, as if thinking of a lie. "Miss," he began, his voice soft and hollow, "we need to focus on you first. We need to make sure you are stable."A cold chill ran down my spine. I already knew something was wrong. I tried to sit up, but a sharp, burning pain in my stomach forced me back down. "Stop lying!" I screamed. "If my baby was okay, you would have told me the moment I woke up.""Your baby is fine," he said quickly, but his eyes shifted away."You're lying!" I shrieked. My voice broke, and I began to cry loudly, the sound of a woman going mad with grief. I couldn't breathe. I reached down and ripped the IV tubes from the back of my hand, blood splattering onto the white linen.The nurses rushed in, trying to pin me down, but I fought them off with a str
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