Haileys pov:
"Get the scalpel...we dont have much time left". That's what I heard when I woke up in my hospital bed. I looked around. I saw plugs, wires, monitors. I realized then that I must have been in a hospital room. I saw doctors and knives and....blood? MY BLOOD! They were cutting into me. Into my stomach. Into...
Isaley. Wait.... Oh no... Isaley. " STOP" I screamed to the top of my lungs. The doctors all looked at me in shock. " YOUR GONNA HURT HER". I started wiggling around trying to get them to stop cutting into my stomach. Into my baby. "Mam, plz calm down and let us do our jobs" they said calmly. "YOUR HURTING HER" I screamed. " WE'RE SAVING HER" he screamed back in a stern tone. What did they mean saving her. I slowly looked up at my heart monitor. 75. 75 was my heart beat per minute. I....was....dying..... Wait this couldn't be happening. I was so young and had such a long life ahead of me. I suddenly felt huge pain in my stomach. I didn't want to die. I looked back down at my stomach. They were cutting father into my stomach than last time. That's why they were cutting my stomach. They were saving Isaley. I was dying, but Isaley had a fighting chance. She was almost 9 months old. She could live even though I couldn't. I laid back and relaxed in my bed. I remember hearing a scream. I looked up and there she was. Isaley. She was so beautiful. They laid her softly in my arms. I looked at her and a tear rolled off my cheek. She was all I ever wanted. All I ever needed besides mark. I was memorized by her big eyes looking up at me. "hi baby" I said softly. I swear I think she cracked a smile. Then I remember that I was dying. This was the last time I would ever see her. I felt like closing my eyes and never waking up. Then I remembered mark. I couldn't leave with out saying goodbye.
I couldn't leave without telling him the ugly truth. That Isaley wasn't his.
