NICHOLAS POV
"How is she doing, doctor? Is she okay?" I asked, worry etched on my face as I stood beside Monica's hospital bed, watching her pale, unconscious form.
"She is fine," the doctor assured me, removing the stethoscope from his ears and placing it around his neck. "She just needs to eat and rest more. Pregnancy can be taxing, and it appears the stress she's been under isn't helping."
I sighed in relief, though the doctor's words about stress hit a nerve. I knew I had been too harsh on her, pushing her too hard. But with everything at stake, I didn't see any other way. I needed her to be strong, and yet, seeing her like this made me question my approach.
"Thank you, Doctor," I said, trying to regain my composure. "Is there anything else I should know or do to help her?"
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