Juicy
His face had turned white as he stared at the screaming pregnant woman.
She got out of the bed still glaring at him. "Want to know 'how I'm doing?' I'm fucking doing wonderful, thank you very much." She put her hands on her hips as she spoke sarcastically. "I have gestational high blood pressure. Every time I get angry, upset, worried then my blood pressure spikes—and so does the baby's. If I get sick, she gets sick—and yes; she. She's a girl. My blood pressure is so high right now that my doctor wants to take the baby but he can't, because even though the pre-eclampsia made her bigger her lungs are dangerously under developed. So guess what I have to do? I have to lie in that bed