The End

She saw a shadow from the door of her ward, Greg's physique.

"Ohhh," She heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hi," He greeted, walking into the ward.

"Greg?" She called him.

"I am pregnant," She said again, watching him approach her.

"I know," He said, looking at her.

"Ohh, you do?" She asked, looking at his face.

"Yes," He said, nodding his head.

"It's a good one, right?" She asked, a smile on her face.

"Yeah," Greg said again, smiling with her. "How are you?" He asked, the smile fading.

"Fine," She said, looking at his face. "Greg?" She called, sitting up on the bed.

"It's fine," He said, sitting beside her on a chair close to her bed.

"I am sorry," She said again.

"It's fine," He said again, standing on his feet. "You'll return back to the cell in 24 hours."

"Yeah," She said, nodding her head.

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"I took a flight the moment I saw the news," Thomas said, calling the thinking woman to reality.

"Tom!" She said, walking to the door.

"I'm sorry," Thomas said, tears trickling down his face.