Without another word, he rushed me to the hospital.
As soon as the doctor finished the initial check-up, Simon anxiously asked, “Doctor, is the baby okay?”
The doctor hesitated, clearly puzzled, but before he could speak, I quickly interrupted, “I’m fine. The baby’s fine too. There’s no need for further examination.”
I couldn’t let Simon know I had already terminated the pregnancy. If he found out, there was no telling how mad he would get—and escaping from him would be so much harder.
Simon still looked worried, but I sounded so certain that he didn’t press the doctor further. Instead, he insisted I stay for a few days for observation. Since I didn’t have the strength to argue, I just agreed.
He gently kissed my forehead and brushed my hair back tenderly. “You really scared me just now. Just stay here for a few days, okay? Listen to the doctors, get some good rest. Be good, alright?”
I nodded faintly, a hint of irony flashing across my face.
Simon stayed beside me until late into the night. I eventually drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion.