It's been two days since she was discharged from the hospital. The doctor's words were that she was very lucky to survive the horrible car accident. Being the only survivor of the two travelling in the car, she has been blaming herself for the past two days for driving the car and for the loss of other's life.
Her breathing was heavy and her head rested on my left hand. I could not see her face and thought she was sleeping (or at least trying to sleep). She took medicine for her asthma attack and it'd take some time to bring an effect.
I started moving towards her and pulled her towards me with my other hand. She too seemed comfortable moving into me and adjusted her head on my hand. She's been in a lot of pain lately and has been crying all day. I could sense that she is unable to sleep due to Asthma. So I tried synchronizing my breath to hers and slowly tried reducing it to a normal rate.
After a few minutes, I started to feel it working and even the medicine began to show impact. Her breathing was getting normal. She then took my other hand and placed it on her stomach and held it hard pressed against the stomach. I was shaken by that act. A lot of thoughts started sparking in my mind. All of them stopped when a tear dropped on my left hand. The only thought I had then was "How can a mother not cry even if it's the unborn child that's dead?"
