Forty-Nine

Zyrielle's POV.

I was sure at this point that my heart began to beat as fast as a traditional drum, when the handlers were going to war. This was difficult to describe because as much as I stared at Dr Sanchez, I felt an unworldly feeling in my chest.

I just knew that he was about to deliver bad news to me but the problem was that I didn't know how I was going to react but I finally heard it.

"All right so after all the tests have been conducted we are sorry to announce to you that you would be needing to undergo surgery so that your child can live. It's a rare recurrent growth in your stomach lining and it needs to be carefully operated on so that there are no mishaps whatsoever. It might cost a lot but I think it's better if we take it out instead of trying to see what else could be done about it." He suggested and I nodded.

So it was final, I was going to be having surgery if I wanted my child to live. That also meant that my chance of survival wasn't that high.

"So are you sa