My stomach felt swollen and started throbbing painfully by the next afternoon."Benji," I called, holding my stomach and sweating profusely. "I think something's not right. I'm going to drop by the hospital."My husband, Benji Morrison, paused for a brief moment before hurrying over to my side. He pulled me into his arms with a heartbroken expression and said, "It's really windy outside, Harper. Your body's too weak. I'll call Dr. Kane right now and ask him to come over."I gripped the edge of the blanket tightly. The overwhelming pain robbed me of my ability to speak.Benji's voice was gentle and polite. He patted my head lightly after he hung up, saying, "Don't be scared, Harper. Dr. Kane will be here soon. Lie down for now. I'll warm up some soup for you."A single tear leaked from the corner of my eye as I watched him leave.…The doctor, Patrick Kane, arrived half an hour later. Benji specifically gave him a reminder even before he stepped across the threshold, saying,
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