Lance's POV
"Lance," Maisie called out, I turned around to face her.
It's been weeks since the accident happened, and the pregnancy was due.
She looked up at me with sad eyes.
I took in a sharp breath and sighed, "What is it? You look miserable." I asked, looking down at my shoes, not daring to meet her gaze.
I couldn't tell her what the healer just told me this morning.
I couldn't tell her that her condition has worsened.
I needed to keep my eyes on her and the baby, I hope for both of them to be safe.
My heart was always beating, and never stopped when I saw her lying there in the bed, her face pale from the lack of blood. But today, I could no longer see the sparkle I knew she had. Her skin was so dry and pale that it scared me how long it would take for her to get better again.