CHAP 13

The white ceiling welcomed me the moment I opened my eyes. I can also smell the chemicals that surround the room. I am in the hospital, I'm sure of that.

I slowly looked around. No one was here, only me. I frowned when I noticed the serum injected into my pulse.

Is it necessary?

I just sighed and stared at the ceiling again. This is normal to me; to have an attack every time I see blood. It all started when I had a miscarriage. Even my monthly visit I can't last long. There are cases where it's not attacking, that is when my mind is clouded by something else.

Yes, it fvcking traumatized me.

My attention was focused on the door when it opened. Gradually, Zachary's bulk appeared. His face was serious while looking at me. The band aid stuck to his lower cheek caught attention. He was wearing a white coat while a stethoscope was hanging around his neck. He also has a paper in his hand. Another doctor entered after him.

Zachary approached me first. He looked all over me before refocusing h