"Scream if it hurts." His voice was surprisingly soft. "It'll be over soon. Just bear with it. This is all for our child."
I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him again.
Our child?
When the child is actually born, will he still remember who his real wife is?
As the blood bag gradually filled, Wendy's sharp scream came from the main bedroom.
Jonathan's face changed instantly. He grabbed the doctor's hand just as he was about to remove the needle. "Draw another four hundred."
"That could kill her!" the doctor shouted. "She's already showing signs of shock!"
Jonathan glanced at my pale face briefly, then returned to the bedroom. "Wendy is carrying my child. She comes first, no matter what."
The doctor tried to argue, but I interrupted him.
"Draw it," I spoke hoarsely. My voice was as light as a wisp of smoke. "Jonathan, it's settled. Once you're done, you'll let me leave."
His pupils shrank. He grabbed my chin roughly. "Daphne, are you seriously running away over something like this?"
Wendy's delicate cry came again at the opportune moment and Jonathan flung me away, rushing out without looking back.