Vincent slowly stood up, his hands raking through his hair. His lips parted, and I watched him as he tried to blink back the tears. He swallowed, his head tilted upwards, his chest lightly heaving. The nurse suddenly walked in and greeted him.
"I will take care of her now."
He nodded, then turned to me. Without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone there. My chest clenched on my heart, and I swallowed, my body slightly shaky with both pain and tears. It hurt seeing him that way, but it hurt even more that I had lost an opportunity to give him an heir.
The nurse cleaned me up and changed my clothes before giving me a few medications. I lay back on the changed sheets, my eyes closing as fatigue crashed into me. I lay there for a while, my eyes watching the ceiling, my breath
