As those words escaped my lips, I couldn't bring myself to look at Scott any longer. My heart felt increasingly constricted with every moment that passed. I turned away, unable to confront the expression I knew he wore.
I didn't notice when he left. It wasn't until I woke up the following day that I realized I was by myself in the hospital room.
The room's emptiness only strengthened my determination. Intent on getting answers, I swung my feet over the bed's edge, disregarding the faint pain in my abdomen. I needed to find yesterday's doctor and hear the truth straight from the source.
Could there really be something wrong with my child?
Though I may not be the brightest, I refused to let others make crucial decisions for me.
As I reached the doctor's office door, I paused, my hand suspended above the handle. Voices seeped through the thin wall, and I stood still.