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~Niklaus~ To say that I was on edge was going to be the worst understatement ever. I was worse than being on edge. The nurse was babbling and trying to explain herself, but I wasn’t listening to her. She wasn’t even saying anything sensible that made me want to listen to what she was saying. If she wasn’t going to tell me who paid her to get my baby out of her mother's womb, then she was going to lose her life. “You better pray that nothing happens to my baby, else losing your life is going to be the least of your worries.” I threw her from me like she was a used piece of garbage and walked further into the hospital. The smell of disinfectant was one that I hated more than anything else in the world. It brought back memories that I would rather leave in the past to life. Walking down t