ANASTASIA


    I tightened my grip on my stomach and wondered if this was it for me.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    Is this how I''ve been destined to die? And... Amie!


    The thought of her alone made me snap my eyes open. My death will most probably equate this baby''s death and that means Amie will have no chance of survival anymore. She''ll probably die shortly after my own death or live a few more years in pain before she finally


    dies.


    No.


    I gripped the legs of the chair and tried to get on my fours, but I just couldn''t remove my hands from my stomach. The pain was everywhere, everywhere ached, but it felt as though my stomach was the root of the pain. But I didn''t give up. I couldn''t. I wondered how much pain my baby must be going through if the pain I felt was this much.


    I didn''t want to imagine how devastated Dennis would be. I didn''t want to think that just the shock of my death might take Amie''s life. And if it didn''t, apart from the physical pain she''d have to go through, she''d also carry a heavy heart for the few years she''d live. Since I told her about her sibling, she had looked forward to it. She talked about the things they''d do together, the things she''d teach him when hees.


    I didn''t want to disappoint her. She deserves to live and enjoy life. She deserves to know her father and get a sibling.


    A groan escaped my lips and I felt my head ache even more, my eyes tearing up as the pain intensified.


    Tears poured out of my eyes as I cried silently, hoping someone wille for me. Hoping I''d be able to get out of this house and drive myself to the hospital before anything happens to my baby.


    Thetter was ringly impossible so I reached for my phone where I had dropped it and began to dial numbers.


    My hands trembled and I could barely see my screen. I wasn''t sure if I was dialing the right numbers. But that didn''t matter. It didn''t matter who it was that came, I just needed help.


    The phone dropped from my hand and I let out a shrill as a stabbing pain shot through my abdomen.


    Oh God.


    It felt like I was stabbed. And the knife was twisted in my stomach.


    God, please, protect my baby. I cried. Keep him safe.


    With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and dragged it to me again. By this time, I was whimpering as I prayed that someone would pick up their phone.


    But I couldn''t continue to just hope. I had to do something. The longer I remained here, the weaker I grew and I knew I was on the verge of losing consciousness. That would be worse What should I do?


    Maybe I should order a ride. Once he gets here, I''ll plead with him toe up the stairs.


    Right when I managed to open the app, I heard a bang downstairs.


    Thank God! I breathed as I dropped my phone. I wanted to crawl to the door, to yell that I was in here but I could not even move.


    I waited but I didn''t hear footsteps. Or any sign of help.


    The edges of my vision began to blur and darken.


    The pain had not subdued and it was getting harder to breathe.


    Right when I began to give into the darkness that promised relief, I think I heard a voice... footsteps... shouts...


    I couldn''t tell. I opened my eyes but it felt too heavy, too painful. I felt acutely aware of the pain of my misery and hopelessness so I closed my eyes again.


    It was better. I could still feel and hear. That was enough. Though I wish I wouldn''t feel too, so I wouldn''t feel this insane pain anymore.


    A door was thrown open and I heard a loud gasp, followed by hurried footsteps.


    "Ana! Ana are you okay?" I felt hands on me. Then I was being pulled up. "Ana, look at me."


    I wanted to look. I wanted to cry that


    I needed a doctor. I wanted to tell them to save my baby but I couldn''t I justid there, wishing I could take the pain away, wishing the darkness would overwhelm me at the same time, I wished it wouldn''t.


    The darkness eventually came. And immediately the relief followed. Maybe in thisfortable zone, I will be able to fight to save my baby.


    *


    Immediately my eyes opened, they snapped back close.


    It was so bright here. My room isn''t this bright. Dennis doesn''t even like it. We only leave the light on whenever Amie-


    Amie!


    I snapped my eyes open.


    The pain. The ride... the hands...


    The memories rushed back. I nced around. Of course, I was in the hospital.


    Just then, the door opened and a doctor stepped in.


    "You''re awake," he had a bright smile on.


    "Yes. Wha-" my voice came out raspy. I cleared my throat and tried again. "What happened to me?"


    I could now vividly remember the pain I had felt. The way my insides had turned and twisted...


    "You are in prematurebor, Mrs


    Dennis. We need to perform a


    Cervical Cerge surgery


    immediately. A nurse wille to


    prepare you for the surgery.


    I briefly wondered why doctors would smile when something was wrong. Was prematurebor a normal thing?


    "Where''s my husband?" I tried to sit up and my stomach hurt.


    "Sorry. You just remain there. The consent forms will be brought here for you to sign. And your husband isn''t here yet."


    My brows furrowed, "Yet? Did he leave after he dropped me?"


    The doctor turned to me and squeezed his forehead. "Your husband didn''t bring you here."


    I blinked. Was it Aiden? I remember that someone hade into the room. That was the only way I was able to get here. "Who brought me?" "Your friend."


    "My friend?" I muttered but I don''t think he heard me.


    He straightened to his full height. "She''s been asking to see you. I''ll let her know you''re awake now."


    I nodded, confused, wondering who this friend was. Is Aiden the friend?


    Few minutes after the doctor left, the door slowly creaked open. My eyes were fixated on it, waiting.


    Whoever it was was taking his or her time to reveal himself or herself.


    I blinked when she finally stepped in.


    She folded her lisp in her mouth as she tucked a strand of her behind


    her ear and closed the door behind her.


    She is the friend?


    How can my friend be thest person I want to see?


    "Hi?"


    I scoffed. "ra?" Perhaps, my vision had been affected.


    She curled her lips into a smile. "How do you feel now?"


    I felt my insides boil with rage. My hands clenched into fists. "Get out!" I whispered.


    She nodded and quietly stepped out.