By the time Krystal is rushed to the ER, I'm literally holding my breath.
She's in so much pain that she can't shed any tears. She's just holding my hand tightly as a bunch of medics push her through the corridors.
At the entrance, a nurse tells me that I'm not supposed to be in the ER. Krystal almost jumps in horror, and she clings to my hand saying that she wants me to stay with her.
The kind nurse just stares blankly at me before she tells me to f**k off.
Such a mood so early in the morning. I wonder who peed in her breakfast.
I don't think I'll ever forget Krystal's yells of pain as I walk away. I keep my hand on my relatively flat stomach, and I find myself hoping that she won't lose the baby. She's so young, and so is Sam, but they still decided to keep the little baby safe,
