She hooked up a new IV drip, noted down my condition, and then quietly left the room.
I stared at the pristine white walls of the hospital room, my hand instinctively moving to my now-flat stomach.
There was no longer any life stirring there.
In the afternoon, after my IV drip had finished, the nurse told me to go to the hall to collect my medication.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I saw a familiar figure.
Bernard was coming down the escalator, his arm wrapped around Annika. They were laughing together, looking so content.
"I told you I'm fine, but you insisted on coming early. You're just making things harder for yourself," Annika teased, wiping the sweat from Bernard's forehead with a tender gesture.
"Look at you, flying all the way there in the middle of the night, and now rushing back here with me. Aren't you tired?"
"How could I be tired when it's for you? Your health is the most important thing to me."
Bernard's hand gripped Annika's tightly, their gazes locking with a tenderness that cut deep.
I clutched the prescription slip in my hand, watching them. My heart felt like it was being torn apart over and over again, the pain so intense that I had grown numb to it.