ISABELLA“Somebody help me please,” I groan, finally collapsing on the ground. A nurse runs towards me, her file hitting the ground as she crashes. “Code red, code red,” she says calmly into her pager.“Hello ma'am,” I turn my head towards her, her face blurry from my tears. “Please,” I beg. “Save my baby.”“Possible miscarriage occuring, requesting a bed.”A bed is rolling towards us and I feel strong arms grab me from underneath my shoulder, helping me up and placing me on it. I refuse to look in-between my legs, refusing to acknowledge it’s happening again.Tears fall from my eyes as they rolled me into the hospital room and after what seems like forever, a male doctor drags the curtains open.“Mrs. Whitfield?” He looks at me sadly. “I am so sorry. The baby did not make it.”The first drop falls on my face and I taste it, the salt in my sadness. “I.. I lost it?”“Yes dear. We tried our possible best,” he says assuringly, “but by the time you came in, it was already too late.”I cl
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