My husband, Chad Nelson, held my blood-soaked hand and pressed my thumb onto the signature line."The next batch of blood bags will be here soon. Just hold on a little longer."With that, he carried his first love, Lucy Baker, away.The hallway was empty. No one looked back as the baby in my belly kicked violently, over and over again.…"Quick! Establish IVs in both arms, and start pressurized fluids! Rush the blood bank!""Dr. Atkinson, the patient's blood pressure is down to 50! Blood loss is over 2,000cc!""Where are those two bags of packed red blood cells reserved for delivery?"I floated above the operating room, watching the crowd scramble around my body.The scrubs of Jake Atkinson, the director of anesthesiology, were already soaked in my blood.I wanted to touch my stomach, but my hand passed right through the air.The wound Lucy inflicted wasn't just a scratch, despite what Chad believed.She had slipped past the nurses, hiding a paring knife up her sleeve.As
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