MiaThe doctor flinched. My voice was harsh, angry and bitter, unrecognisable even to myself. Taking a deep breath I looked up and spoke.“He doesn't know,” I repeated calmly. “and he won't ever need to.”The older man frowned, but I saw the flicker in his gaze, something akin to understanding. “I…see.” He nodded, “In that case, if he does inquire, what should I say?”“Anything else. Stress. I had my period. Tell him everything but the pregnancy.” I said, pressing my hand against my belly firmly. A bitter smile curled up my lips. “It won't matter anyways,” He didn't care for me. Why would he be concerned for my health?The older man nodded.“As you wish,” he said, “You’ll be discharged tomorrow so I'll leave you to rest now. Goodnight Mrs Nova.”I nodded, looking away. The door shut and I closed my eyes.Silence remained with only the faint hiss of machinery breaking its mold. This time however, it felt full of everything I had been blind to.And in its depths lay a decision.>>>>>>
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