CHAPTER006 OLIVIASPOV Beep.Beep.
ThosewerethefirstsoundsIheardasmyconsciousnessslowlyreturned.Myeyelidsfeltimpossiblyheavy,and everypartofmybodyachedasifIhadbeenrunoverbyatruck.
Iblinkedseveraltimes,myvisionblurryandunfocused,tryingtomakesenseofmysurroundings.Theharshfluorescentlightsabovemewereblinding,forcingmetoshutmyeyesmomentarilybeforeattemptingtoopenthemagain.
Iwasinahospital.
Thescentofantisepticsand thefainthummingofmachinesconfirmeditbeforeIcouldfullyprocessmymemories.Panic grippedmeasflashesofwhathadhappenedresurfacedinmymind.
Dora.
Igaspedsoftly,myfingerstwitchingagainstthecoolsheetsofthehospitalbed.Thememoryofhersmugexpression,hertauntingwords,thepainthatfollowed aftershedeliberatelypushedmeeverythingcamecrashingdownatonce.Mybreathingbecameshallowasfearandrageswirledinmychest.
Asoftrustlingsounddrewmyattention,andIsluggishlyturnedmyhead.Acoupleofnurseswerestandingnearmybed,theirexpressionsunreadableastheymonitoredthemachinesaroundme.Oneofthemnoticedmymovementandimmediatelyhurriedoutoftheroom,presumablytocallthedoctor.
1 Itriedtositup,butanintense waveofdizzinesscrashedoverme,forcingmetofallbackontothepillowswithasharpexhale.Mybodyfeltweak,moreexhaustedthanIhadeverbeeninmylife.
Momentslater,thedoctorwalkedin,hisexpressionprofessionalyetkind.Hequicklycheckedmyvitals,hisbrowsfurrowingslightlyashemadenotesonhisclipboard.Iwantedtospeak,toaskwhathadhappenedtome,butmythroatwasdry,andmyvoicerefusedtocomeout.
Howareyoufeeling?heasked,histonecalmandreassuring.
Itriedtorespond,butmylipsbarelymoved.Seeingmystruggle,heshookhisheadgently.Relax.Theresnoneedtostressyourself.Yourestillrecovering,andyourbodyneedsrest.

Iswalloweddrylyandrubbedmyeyeswithtremblingfingers,stilltryingtositupproperly.Ifeltsodisoriented,solost.Somethingwasnaggingatthebackofmymind adeep,unsettlingfeelingthatIwasforgettingsomethingcrucial.
Then,thedoctorcontinuedspeaking,explainingtheextentofmyinjuries.Myhead.
1/4 CHAPTER006 wasstillspinning,makingitdifficulttofullygrasphiswords,butthenIcaughtasentencethat senticeshootingthroughmyveins.
Imsorry,Miss,butyoulostyourbaby.
Myeyessnappedopeninshock.My heartstoppedforamomentasmymind.struggledtocomprehendhiswords.
Baby? Iwaspregnant? AndIlostit? Thewordsfeltforeign,unreallikeIhadsteppedintosomeoneelsesnightmare.
What….whatdidyoujustsay?Iforcedthewordsout,myvoicebarelyaboveawhisper.
Thedoctorsexpressionsoftened.
Thelittleaccidentyouwereinvolvedincausedyourtoloseyourpregnancy.Imtrulysorryforyour loss.
Ifeltmyheartclench,anunbearableweightpressingdownonmychest.Myhandsinstinctivelymovedtomyabdomen,buttherewasnothingtherenothingbutthedullacheofloss.
Mybabywasgone.AchildIhadntevenknownexistedhadbeentakenfrommebeforeIcouldevendreamofitsfuture.
Tearswelledupinmyeyes,blurringmy visionastherealityofitallsettledin.Thewallsofthehospitalroomseemedtocloseinonme,suffocatingme.Mybreathhitched,andthemachinebesidemebegantobeepfasterandfasterasmyheartratespiked.
Miss,youneedtocalmdown,thedoctorurgedhishandscheckingmypulseasthenurseadjustedtheIVinmyarm.

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ButhowcouldIcalmdown?HowcouldIjustaccept this? Thedoctorcontinued speaking,buthisvoicefadedintothebackgroundasmythoughtsspiraled.Myentirelifehadbeenacycleofpainanddisappointment.Forthreeyears,Ihadendurednothingbutsorrow,andnowthis?HowmuchmorecouldtheworldtakefrommebeforeitdecidedIhadsufferedenough? Isobbedsilently,grippingthesheetstightly,mybodyshakingasgriefconsumedme.
Then,anotheremotionbeganto takeroot,burningthroughmysorrowlikefireconsumingdrywood.
Rage.
Dora.
Thatwitchhadtakeneverythingfrom memydignity,mypride,andnow,mychild.Thiswasntjustanaccident.Itwasherdoing.Shehaddonethistome,andshewasgoingtopay.
Throughmytears,Iheardthedoctorandthenursediscussingsomethingafewfeet 2/4 CHAPTER006 away.Iforcedmyselftolistendespitethepoundinginmyhead.
Wereyouabletogetintouchwithanyofhercontacts?the doctoraskedthenurse.
Yes,Icalledherhusbandandinformedhim,thenurseresponded.
Therewasapausebeforethedoctorspokeagain.So,heshouldbeonhiswaythen? Thenursehesitated,shiftinguncomfortably.Actually…hesaidhewasntcoming.
Abitterlaughalmostescapedmylips.
Ofcourse,Adrianwouldntcome.WhatwasIexpecting?Hehadnevercaredaboutme.Whywouldhestartnow? Thedoctorfrowned.Areyousurehesaid that? Absolutely.EvenIwasshockedbyhisresponse.Ihonestlydontknowhowhecanleavehiswifealoneinasituationlikethis,thenursereplied,hervoicetingedwith disbelief.
Thedoctorsighed.

Tryreachingout toanotheroneofhercontactsperhapsherparentsoraclosefriend.
Alright,sir,thenurseresponded,scrollingthroughmyphone.
Ishutmyeyes,forcingmyselftopushpastthefreshwaveofpain.Iknewmyparentswouldshowup.Theyhadto.Despiteourdifferences,theywouldntabandonmeinamomentlikethis.
Atleast,thatwaswhatIhoped.
Eventually,exhaustionovertookmybody,andIslippedintoarestlesssleep,mymind.hauntedbythelossIhadsuffered.
Hourslater,Iwaswokenbythesound ofafamiliar,deepvoicebesideme.Myeyelidsflutteredopen,myvisionstillabitblurryfromsleep.
Forafleetingmoment,IthoughtitwasAdrian,thatmaybejustmaybehehaddecidedtocomeafterall.Butasmyvisioncleared,Isawthatitwasnthim.
ItwasJulian.
Myheartclenchedatthesightofhim.Julian,mybestfriend,theonepersonwhohadalwaysbeenthereformenomatterwhat.Wehadknowneachothersincecollege,ourbondunshakendespitethechaosAdrianhadthrownourwayinabidtoseperateourfriendship.
Hewassittingbesidemybed,hissharpblueeyesfilledwith worryashestudiedme.Liv,hemurmured,hisvoicesofterthanIdeverhearditbefore.ThankGodyoureawake.
Tearswelledupin myeyesagain,butthistime,theywerentjustfrompain.They werefromrelief.
Iwasntaloneafterall.