Chloe's P.O.V
"You have to get up, Chloe." A nurse behind me speaks up, my head underneath the white blankets.
I tightened the blankets more securely around me, I refuse, why is it that the nurses haven't noticed my babies are missing.
The nurse sighs, hearing the door squeal open and closed again. "I don't understand why she won't get up, one minute she's screaming to hold them and the next she won't move." They whisper hushly to one another.
They know I'm not deaf, and I'm laying right here, the ignorance was beginning to piss me off even more.
"Most likely postpartum, it happens a lot." The other nurse replied.
'Postpartum, what? I don't even know what that word means!' "Poor girl, and so young too."
I sat up and faced them, hair disheveled and tear dried eyes. "You haven't even noticed that my children are missing and somehow I'm supposed to trust you to be the ones to protect them when I was u
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