I never knew when Leon was going to walk back through that door. He never knew when I would walk back in there, the musty smell of anticipation lingering in the air. Both of us waited in a lonely hour, holding our breaths as if time stood still.
It's always a sign of relief when our eyes meet again, the flickering fluorescent lights casting shadows on our weary faces. But this time, Leon was bleeding. He woke me up with his cries, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. "No no no no," he muttered, his words barely audible. "The baby, Felix, the baby."
We both knew what this moment meant. He wasn't worried about the baby, but about his own life that would soon come to an end. I try my best to calm Leon down, my shaky hands reaching out to touch his trembling body. And then, his blood hits the cold cement floor with a harsh slap, the metallic smell filling the room, mixing with the scent of despair.
The phone we used to reach the 'outside' was mounted on the wall in the next room, its single button connecting us to the outside, where doctors stood on standby. "This is Felix," I say, my voice quivering with anxiety. My clammy hands grip the phone receiver tightly, seeking some comfort in its coldness. "His baby. Leon, he's bleeding a lot. Please, help."
As if in response, the door buzzes, signaling its opening. Dr. Conti enters the room, accompanied by a team of nurses. Leon's screams pierce through the air, a desperate plea for me not to let them take him. "No. Don't let them take me. Please, Felix!!!" His words reverberate in my ears, causing a knot to form in my stomach. The feeling of helplessness washes over me.
I watch as Leon is forcefully dragged out of the room, his kicks and screams fading away. The silence that follows is suffocating. I feel sick to my stomach, the uncertainty of how long it will be until Leon's replacement arrives consuming me. How long can I maintain this pregnancy, knowing that I may meet the same fate as Leon? The fear lingers like a heavy cloud hanging over my every thought.
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Lãng mạnI watch as Leon is forcefully dragged out of the room, his kicks and screams fading away. The silence that follows is suffocating. I feel sick to my stomach, the uncertainty of how long it will be until Leon's replacement arrives consuming me. How l...