Miscarriage

Karen lay on the emergency bed, her bloodstained hands tightly gripping Mrs. Fletcher's hand, tears streaming down her face. "Auntie, my child, you must make sure the doctor saves my child... He can't have any problems..."

Mrs. Fletcher comforted her, patting her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll find the best doctor, and we will definitely save this child."

Karen's abdomen twisted in pain, and her tears flowed even more violently.

Suddenly, she had a ominous premonition.

It felt like this child was going to leave her forever.

"Justin, Justin..."

Mrs. Fletcher hurriedly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll call him right now and ask him to come over immediately. Your child will be fine."

"He must come, he must come..." Karen's voice grew fainter and fainter.

And then it disappeared completely into the operating room.

Mrs. Fletcher trembled violently, unable to shake the image of Karen's river of blood from her min