Bloodstain

The doctor came back and said I could go home. He said that there was no problem with my baby, but he told me not to think too much because it could harm the child. Someone paid for my hospital bills. I asked who it was, but they didn't want to say it.

My things are in the office, and I must go back. How can I come back? I can't find my clothes; maybe I brought my phone when they rushed me here. I'll have to figure out how to get back to the office and retrieve my belongings. Maybe I can call a friend or a cab to give me a ride, but I don't memorize Loiue's number.

While my eyes were looking around my bed to see if my clothes were there, I caught a glimpse of a paper bag on the side of the bed. Curious, I reached for the paper bag and saw that it contained my phone and a simple white dress. Relieved, I quickly dialled Louie's number, and his number could not be reached. I tried to call him again, but no one answered. I don't have money on my e-wallet.

Frustration mounted as I real