112 #Babies

Kiera

It hurts when I move my arm. My head is also pounding with a headache. And if more than that, I am aching in my stomach too.

I groaned, opening my eyes, only to find myself in a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm. The bright lights and beeping machines around me made me realize that my situation was more serious than I had initially thought.

I looked around the room, and no one was there, causing a sense of unease to settle in. I tried to recall what had happened before waking up in the hospital, but my memory was hazy at best.

As memories started to slowly come back, I remembered puking blood and fainting on the bathroom floor, and then Jason brought me here, only for me to find that I had lost my baby.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and tears welled up in my eyes as I processed the heartbreaking news. I moved my hand to touch my belly but felt nothing but emptiness. The emptiness mirrored the grief I felt in my heart, knowing that I had lost a piece of myself