Sophia:
Bright lights, hot searing pain that died away with the medication administered swiftly.
I was in and out, but I remember the warmth in my hand. I tried to squeeze the hand of the person clutching mine, but I couldn't move. God, I was so tired.
"The baby's cord is wrapped." with those words, I heard the heart monitor pick up. I listened to the panic I was feeling in real-time.
"Jeez, we've got a bleeder. Get someone on the phone. We're going to need more O-positive blood in here." Surely, they thought I was sleeping; otherwise, they wouldn't have said that how they did. I couldn't help but wonder again if this is how I died.
Would I die on this table, angry at Toby for not being here, furious at him for choosing Stacy, and angry at myself for not telling him I was pregnant?
