I waited for the impact of the great fall and the pain that would accompany it, but my back hit something soft, and my body bounced.
Just then, my hearing returned; I could hear people whispering, the sounds of ambulances, police sirens, and so on.
When did all this happen? That was the only thought racing through my mind as my body grew weak, and everything faded to black again.
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“How is it now?”
“She is out of danger, but her fetus…”
“What is it?”
“Her… fetus is no longer stable. She will have to take extra care of herself if she wants her child to be delivered safely.”
“Mmm, I understand.”
“If any other violent issue occurs to her, Mr. Damon, I’m sorry to say your wife’s health would be exposed to more complicated conditions that could affect her when she wants to give birth.”
After silently listening to the doctor and Damon’s discussion, I woke up a few minutes earlier, feeling scared. My baby is all I want; I was determined to take care of my baby. I was also surprised that Damon didn’t mention abortion.
“When can she get discharged?” Damon’s cold tone resounded in my ears. I really didn’t want to go home with the beast anymore.
“Oh, Mr. Damon, as soon as she wakes up, you can take her home.”
“Alright.”
“You should also get this list of drugs for her.” The doctor kept on prescribing and describing to Damon.
“I will take my leave now.”
I heard the door shut; my doctor must have gone out. I opened my eyes slightly to see if Damon was still in here.
“Clara, home now.” His tone was firm and cold, as if he had already confirmed everything.
“How did you know I was—” Before I could finish my words, he took his suit jacket from the armrest and walked outside with long strides.
I was still in the hospital gown; I didn't have time to change as I ran after Damon.
All the way home, the car was dead silent. A drop of a pin could be heard.
Just then, the silent atmosphere was disrupted by the sudden buzz of Damon’s cell phone.
He got it connected to the wireless airpod in his ear.
“ Mm, Got it,” Damon responded. I looked at his face, wondering what the other end was saying,But Damon’s face remained cold and indifferent, with a hint of anger in it.
‘Was he still angry at me, or was he mad at what was mentioned to him?’
I felt the car suddenly increase its pace. Nausea hit me as I held my mouth, trying not to spill out what was threatening to gush out of my belly.