It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Seventy-Four

My eyes are tight shut as I groan, waking up. 

I slowly open my eyes, squinting to the side of me.

"Michael?" I hoarsely say. 

Michael stares at me. His eyes red and watery. 

I gulp, staring at him. 

He has a bandaged arm..

"What happened to your arm?" I softly ask.

Michael licks his lips, "I um.." He clears his throat.

"I gave you blood." He softly says.

I stare at him. "What?" I whisper, trying to get sit up from the bed.

"Ow.." I whisper, gently touching my stomach.

Michael quickly gets up from his chair, helping me sit up. "Be careful." He sternly says.

My head snaps towards him, "Why did you give me blood, Michael? What's going on?" I panic, becoming more awake.

Michael gulps, falling back into his chair.

Michael covers his face as he lets out a cry. 

"I tried, Mia.." He cries.

"I-I tried to.. They tried to.. We tried to save h-h.." He stops as he starts crying more.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Michael." I grab his arm.

Michael looks up at me.

"Tell me what's going on." I say, gritting my teeth.

Michael slowly nods, sitting up. 

He sniffles, trying not to look at me.

"She was a girl." He squeaks out.

I furrow my eyebrows. Was? 

"N-Not the girl we saw.. B-But the one with the.." He points to his neck.

"Umbilical cord wrapped around." Michael's voice cracks.

"S-She.." He covers his mouth, getting more upset.

"Mia, our second baby didn't make it." He finally says.

My eyes widen. "What?" I whisper.

How could she not have made it? We went to appointments regularly. I took my medication! I was as healthy as I needed to be during this pregnancy! How could my other baby not have made it? 

"There was a knot in the umbilical cord. You can't easily cut those things off, you know.." He softly says.

I stare up at him.

"Y-You're joking, right?" I whimper.

"She can't be dead. I.. Two twin girls?" I quietly say, feeling my breathing fasten.

Michael stares at me. "They call it a stillbirth." He explains.

"The blood just-" I cut him off.

"I don't need details on how my baby died!" I cry loudly.

Michael nods, sitting on the side of my bed.

"We still have one." He says.

"She's very lucky." Michael frowns.

I gulp. "Why did I need blood?" I ask.

Michael looks at me, gently touching my hand.

"You started to lose a lot of blood during the cesarean section." He explains.