"W-Where am I?" I blurted out weakly, my throat parched and scratchy.
The doctor said, "You're in the hospital." He opened his folder and glanced at me quickly, "Your name is Emma Hart, right?"
I managed a weak nod, still feeling confused and empty about what had happened to me.
The doctor continued, "You've been here just a few hours. You have everything here, including your ID, wallet, and phone. We tried to call the last person you called, but there was no answer. So, we waited for you to wake up."
My head hurt so much that I couldn't even bring myself to answer.
Think, Emma. What happened? Why am I here?
I gasped in horror as I suddenly remembered what happened to me. My lips trembled as the only concern now was my baby! My baby. The baby.
"I-Is my baby okay?" I asked with desperate concern while staring at the doctor's face.
He looked at me, his face heavy, and he sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you that the fetus didn't make it."
The room seemed to tilt, with the walls closing in as tears of hopelessness and pain burst in an instant. My heart throbbed heavily as I said, "No, that's not true."
"I'm sorry..."
Then a strangled escape sob escaped my lips as I said, "No....."