"Elodie, how many times are you going to hurt Vienna today? When will you finally stop causing trouble for her?"
Compared to the ache in my body, the pain in my heart felt far worse.
Just then, a voice called out from the door. "You there—where’s the other woman? It’s time for her procedure."
I opened my mouth to respond, but my throat was dry and raw. No sound came out—nothing louder than a whisper could escape.
I looked toward Darien again. He didn’t glance at me. Instead, he turned toward Vienna and gently supported her.
"Doctor, perfect timing. She just fell. I’m not sure if she’s injured. Could you please check her again?"
Vienna blushed, looking embarrassed. "It’s really nothing that serious…"
Darien reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "Still, I worry."
And just like that, the two of them walked away with the doctor.
Because I had collapsed behind one of the beds, the doctor couldn’t see me. Unless someone deliberately looked, no one would even know I was lying there.
I stared up at the cold ceiling, the sensation in my lower body growing more and more unbearable. Wet. Sticky.
I knew what it meant. The baby I was carrying… was leaving me.