I opened my eyes, a dull hum from machines filling the room. My stomach hurt. For a second, I couldn't remember how I got here. Then, I remembered—the blood, the floor, the coldness as I begged for help. A nurse stood beside me, adjusting the IV in my arm. She glanced at me, clearly surprised I was awake. "How's my baby?" I asked quietly, the only thing that mattered right now. She froze, quickly averting her eyes. "Let me get the doctor," she muttered, rushing out of the room. Something wasn't right. The way she couldn't look at me. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, still sore but... empty. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. I was just overthinking. The doctor entered minutes later, clipboard in hand, wearing a serious expression. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "I'm sorry. The baby didn't survive. The trauma and blood loss were too much. We did everything we could." My world stopped. My brain refused to process it. "No," I whispered. "You're wrong. My baby's fine.
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