Baby Bump vs Bomb: Watching Him Go Mad
Warm, sticky blood flowed out from the gaping wound on my back, and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.
I was eight months pregnant!
I reached out like I was trying to protect something, but my vision suddenly turned black, and I collapsed straight down.
Don immediately held me up, sounding frantic as he yelled, "Get the Medico! Get him at once! Who was the one who came with her? Bring them here at once!"
I wanted to speak, but blood wouldn't stop flowing from my mouth as I kept coughing. Yet, Don didn't show any sign of disgust as he leaned closer to hear what I was trying to say.