Lizzie’s POV
Impatience clawed at me, gnawing at my nerves as I sat in the sterile, white-washed hospital room. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, making me feel nauseous, and the harsh fluorescent lights above hummed in an irritating, constant buzz.
Dr. Richardson, a tall, bespectacled man with thinning gray hair, had been hovering around Emma's bedside for what felt like an eternity, his eyes darting between monitors and medical equipment.
I couldn't stand the waiting any longer. My patience was running thin because of this dimwit I gave birth to, and the remaining had dwindled to nothing. "Doctor, for God's sake, how is she?" I snapped, my tone dripping with arrogance. The doctor glanced up at me, his expression momentarily hardening before he composed himself.
"Calm down, M
