"Sebastian!" I screamed as I entered his office. I was clutching my stomach. When I left the manor, the pain started to increase. I don't know if it is because of my illness or because of the baby. I am scared to lose my child, to lose myself.
Sebastian, sitting on the swivel chair, hurriedly went to me.
"Help," that's the only thing I said before I lost consciousness.
I woke up feeling lightheaded. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the white ceiling. My hands automatically went to my stomach.
"Don't worry, your baby is fine, Luna."
My eyes went to Sebastian, who was sitting beside my bed. I breathed a sigh of relief. I know that I don't have much time left. But I'd like to believe that there will be a miracle. That maybe one day, my baby and I will survive.
Sebastian held my hand, "Luna..."
I smiled bitterly, "I am dying. Is it a week?" I scoffed angrily. "Why did the deity give me a chance of being pregnant? Yet, I only have weeks to live. Am I being punished, Sebastian?"