Chapter 6 Miscarriage
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Ronald reclined back in his seat and stared at the back of her delicate frame through the car window. He lightly tapped his fingers on a foldable table as the light in his eyes faded.
Right at this moment, he received a text on his smartphone.
Ronald grimaced as he swiped up on his lock screen. The text was sent from an unknown number.
It read, "How have you been, Ronny?"
As soon as he saw the name "Ronny", this awakened something in him and he was suddenly hit with a huge wave of nostalgia.
It overwhelmed him.
Ronald felt like he was in a daze. He recalled to a few days ago when he received a picture from another unknown number.
The picture showed a woman with short hair who donned a clean lab coat and had a stethoscope wrapped around her neck. Her formal getup did little to disguise her gentle nature.
Her mature face resembled a woman he held dearly in the recesses of his mind. But at the time, that woman was bright-eyed and had shoulder-length hair.
However, he distinctly remembered witnessing her death before his very eyes...
Ronald tightened his grip on his phone. Who was playing such a tasteless game with him?
Using a finger to swipe through his phone screen, he swiftly deleted the text.
"Drive!" he barked at Kian.
The gust of wind the car left behind after speeding away almost made Emily topple over.
A sudden sharp pain in her tummy made her double over. She painstakingly made her way up the stairs of the apartment building. Going up the first and second floor... to the third floor.
She eventually made her way to 305, her parent's home.
"Mom, Mom, please open the door..."
Emily leaned against the door and banged it with what was left of her strength.
She felt like crying as waves of dizziness slammed into her non-stop.
"Eh? Emily, why are you here..."
Mrs. Wilson asked as she opened the front door.
In the middle of her mother's hysteria, Emily finally succumbed to the pain and crumbled onto the floor.
...
Two days later, they were at a general hospital.
"Mommy, mommy..." a small voice wailed in the distance.
A little girl who was crying seemed to be running further and further away from her. No matter how hard she tried, Emily couldn't catch up to her.
Emily grew frantic and balled up her fists under the blanket. A stinging pain instantly jolted her awake to the pungent smell of iodine in a snow-white room. There was a needle stuck to the back of one of her hands.
Her eyes darted in a frenzy. When her eyes landed on the two frail figures sitting by her bedside, she called out in a barely audible voice. "Dad? Mom?"
"Ah, Emily, you finally woke up. You gave your mother quite a scare,"
The middle-aged woman sitting beside her said with much unease. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Her father had on a gloomy expression while her mother cried. Bags of IV hung at her bedside. Emily started growing restless as she struggled to prop herself up. "Mom, what... what's wrong with me?" she asked with dread in her voice.
Her mother chided her as she wiped away her tears. "What do you mean 'what's wrong' with you? You collapsed into my arms as soon as I opened the front door. Did you plan on scaring the both of us to death?"
The anxiety on her father's face grew as her mother wept beside him. He looked at Emily sternly and said in a heavy tone, "Please look me in the eye and tell me what's really going on. You're having complications with your pregnancy now but your husband Ronald is nowhere to be found. Doesn't he care that you're his wife at all?"
Emily struggled to focus her vision. Every last drop of blood had drained from her face.
She suddenly recalled the bizarre dream she had a moment ago. She stretched out her sickly arms and gripped her mother's hands tightly. "Mommy... How's my baby?" she asked shakily with her trembling lips.
As soon as she asked, the room fell silent.
Her mother buried her face in her hands and sobbed quietly. Her father turned his face away in an attempt to hide his expression from her.
The woman lying on the bed became as pale as a sheet. Her dead eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
A melancholy chuckle escaped her lips. Her voice was so hoarse it sounded like she was on the brink of breaking down. "My baby is gone, isn't it?"
During her last medical check-up, the doctor told her that her baby hadn't been fully developed yet, and advised her against engaging in violent s*x, and overstimulating herself.
She should've seen this coming after what had happened on the film set a few days prior.
"You're still young, Emily. You'll definitely be able to have children someday!" she wishfully thought to herself.
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