Hating The Mafia King

32: I'm Sorry For Your Loss

I stand behind the doctor as she runs some tests on Calista. I bite my lip looking at the doctor anxiously. Is it just me, or do all doctors have a kind of face that is expressionless, you can never guess what's on their mind, they are just too practical. Both in good and bad terms, doctors stiff their faces like they have no joy at all.

Curiosity grew in my mind as the doctor places her hand on Calista's stomach to feel her baby. I look at Calista and see how worried she is, I hold her hand, trying to make her feel better. Calista didn't bleed between her legs so I think her baby will be fine. I hope so.

I can feel the tension in the room as the doctor's expression remains neutral. She carefully places the earpiece of her stethoscope into her ear and presses it against Calista's stomach for what feels like an eternity. My anxiety grows with each passing second, and despite not being close friends with Calista, I can't help but feel a deep connection to her, like we're sisters.

Nausea churns in my stomach as I anticipate the doctor's words. I have a sinking feeling that it won't be good news. I've been in this situation before, and when doctors hesitate to speak right away, it usually means something isn't right.

Finally, the doctor sighs, and my heart skips a beat. My fears are confirmed; it's definitely bad news. I can't help but feel a wave of pity for Calista. I can only imagine how she will take it. I silently pray to God, hoping that somehow, the doctor will prove me wrong and deliver a different outcome. All I want is for Calista's baby to be safe.

Calista breaks the silence, her voice filled with concern and uneasiness, she asks "What's wrong doctor? Why aren't you saying anything, Is my baby, okay?"

The doctor's delayed response only heightened Calista's tension, causing her to tightly grip my hand, unwilling to let go. In an attempt to provide reassurance, I flashed her a comforting smile, silently hoping for positive news. I must admit, I felt a sense of relief that Abel and Richie weren't present in the room. Their presence would have undoubtedly escalated the already palpable tension. Although Abel insisted on staying with Calista, Richie intervened because he had an important matter to attend to and required Abel's assistance.

The doctor's expression piqued my curiosity to the point where I accidentally bit my tongue, suppressing any sound of discomfort. I eagerly awaited the doctor's words.

"Mrs. Smith," the doctor finally spoke, addressing Calista by her unchanged surname.

With a sigh, the doctor continued, removing her glasses, "I prescribed some medication for you, it will ease your pain and bring down your blood pressure. I also recommend you to engage yourself in some exercises."

Concerned, I couldn't help but inquire. "And the baby, is everything alright?"

The doctor's response was heavy with regret as she replied, "I'm afraid only one baby survived. The distress and immense stress Mrs. Smith experienced unfortunately led to the loss of one of her babies. I am truly sorry."

"One of her babies?" I inquire looking between Calista and the doctor. I didn't know Calista was pregnant with twins.

"Yes, one baby. Mrs. Smith was pregnant with twins but not anymore."

"Ohh." Is the first thing that escapes my mouth. I don't know how to react to this. I feel really bad for Calista, it's going to be very hard for her. But I'm glad that the other baby is alive. I sigh turning my gaze to Calista, she must be devastated right now but I just hope the death of her baby doesn't affect her mental health because if it does she might lose the other baby as well.