As they whispered, I felt a flood of questions surging in my mind. Had something gone wrong? Were they concerned for my health? I glanced at Michelle, who was biting her lip as if to hold back her own torrent of anxiety.
“Ma’am… excuse us, but… what was your doctor thinking?”
The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications. I clutched my belly, the kicks inside me suddenly feeling sharp and foreign. What did they mean? My heart raced as I sensed an answer lurking just beyond the veil of their urgency, a truth I was not yet privy to.
Dr. Patel looked at me, exuding a mix of sympathy and disbelief. “With your age and health history…” He struggled to frame his words, to find a way to tell me what was unfolding. “There are… complications we didn’t foresee.”
The sterile room felt suddenly stifling, the air thick with an impenetrable tension. I tried to grasp the situation, to find solid ground beneath me, but the layers of confusion piled high, making it difficult to breathe.
