Hi everyone,
I wanted to take a moment to share something personal with you. Writing has become my way of coping with a deep loss—the kind that makes you look up at the sky, hoping for a glimpse of someone you love and miss dearly. Putting words on paper helps soothe the ache, even if just a little, and brings a kind of peace that I can't always find elsewhere.
Through my writing, I hope to capture moments that bring comfort and maybe even a little light to anyone who might need it. Thank you for allowing me to share these words with you. It means more than you know.
With heartfelt gratitude,
- MI-
A cry of excruciating pain pierced the stillness of the night, sharp and raw like the sound of a wounded animal. It cut through the darkness with a chilling intensity, filling the small house with a sense of terror. "My baby...!!" Yvonne's voice was strangled with fear, her breath catching between sobs. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white, as she curled in agony, feeling the warm trickle of blood flowing down her legs. "Honey, help me!" she screamed again, her voice trembling, desperate.
Rain awoke with a jolt, his heart lurching into his throat. For a split second, the world was suspended in silence, except for the distant patter of rain on the roof. But then he saw her—Yvonne, his wife, the love of his life—crumpled on the bed, her face contorted in pain. Blood, too much blood, staining the sheets and pooling at her feet. His mind raced, and a deep, primal fear gripped him. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not like this.
Without a word, Rain sprang into action. His hands shook as he gently scooped Yvonne into his arms, her body trembling, soaked in sweat. "We're going to the hospital. Now." His voice was calm, but inside, panic clawed at his chest. Yvonne groaned in pain, clutching her swollen belly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Hang in there, Yvonne... just a little longer." But even as he tried to reassure her, his heart pounded faster than the wheels of the car that now sped through the rain-soaked streets.
The night was unforgiving. Sheets of rain fell in torrents, splattering against the windshield and obscuring the road ahead. Thunder rolled in the distance, rumbling like a dark omen. Rain gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his pulse racing in his ears as Yvonne whimpered beside him. "Please... just hold on." He glanced at her briefly, his chest tight with fear, feeling utterly helpless.
The hospital lights loomed ahead, like a beacon cutting through the storm. Relief washed over him for a fleeting second—until Yvonne let out another agonizing cry, her body convulsing. Rain's breath caught in his throat as he slammed the brakes, tires screeching as the car came to an abrupt stop.
"We need help! Please, someone help us!" Rain shouted as they burst into the emergency room, his voice hoarse with urgency. Yvonne slumped against him, her face pale and drained of life. Nurses rushed forward, their faces solemn but professional, moving quickly to assess the situation. But the cold, sterile air of the hospital seemed to suffocate him, tightening like a vice around his chest.
One nurse, her expression unreadable, approached. "Sir, please go to the admission area and fill out the necessary forms."
Rain blinked in disbelief. "What? Are you kidding? My wife—she's bleeding—"
"Her name is Yvonne... she's Dr. Agatha Craig's patient," Rain choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of fear. The nurse nodded, as if this were just another routine night in the ER. "Thank you. Please complete the forms at that counter, Sir."
He stood frozen for a second, torn between wanting to stay with Yvonne and following the nurse's bureaucratic orders. Every fiber of his being screamed to stay by her side, to protect her, to hold her hand, but the system demanded something else. Swallowing his frustration, he hurried to the counter, scribbling his signature and details with trembling hands. The paperwork felt like a cruel joke—cold, heartless bureaucracy in the face of raw human desperation.
In the waiting area, time crawled. Rain sat there, bouncing his leg nervously, his eyes darting from the clock on the wall to the swinging doors behind which Yvonne had disappeared. The sterile white walls of the hospital felt like a cage, closing in around him. He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling to dial the number of their butler. "Bring everything for the baby and Yvonne—clothes, documents, everything," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. The words felt distant, as if they belonged to someone else.
He hung up and stared blankly at the phone, his mind a blur of worst-case scenarios. What if something happened to Yvonne? What if they lost the baby? The silence around him felt unbearable, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, and squeezed his eyes shut. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, the memory of Yvonne's first smile, her laugh, her touch, flickered like a fading candlelight—his heart ached at the thought of losing her.
Minutes turned to hours, each tick of the clock like a hammer pounding in his skull. He tried to focus on his breathing, to calm the racing thoughts, but every sound—the distant murmur of nurses, the occasional buzz of the hospital intercom—felt like the countdown to something terrible.
And then, at long last, the doors to the ER swung open. A nurse approached him, her face a mix of urgency and compassion. Rain stood abruptly, his legs almost giving way beneath him. "How is she? How's Yvonne?"
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