Chapter Seven - The Hospital

Luna stared up at the ceiling of the hospital room, both her hands folded on her stomach, as she waited for her doctor.

The fluorescent lighting over both sides of her head highlighted the starkness of the hospital tiles. Luna didn’t revile hospitals as most people did, but it wasn’t one of her favorite places to be either. Drab was its aesthetic, always, and it always smelled of antiseptics and drugs. It was where people died and babies were born. It was where her baby had died.

At this, the memories threatened to trickle in, but Luna forced them back to the deep dark corner of her mind. Rehashing them now would do her no good. The past was where it was meant to be; behind her. She was moving forward now, and her appointment today was one of the steps involved in that future.

Just then, the door to the hospital room opened and Dr. Gina Michaels stepped in. Dr. Gina was a trim willowy woman in her mid-thirties, blond hair currently packed back in a bouncy ponytail with deep blue