The hospital’s sliding doors whooshed open as I carried her inside. Her face was tight with pain, gripping my hand so hard it hurt. The doctors were quick to jump into action, taking her away on a stretcher before I could get a word out.
Before I knew it, I was left behind in the waiting, surrounded by strangers. I tried to sit, but the chairs were stiff and unwelcoming.
The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching out, making me feel like I was stuck in some slow-motion nightmare. I paced back and forth, unable to sit still, my shoes squeaking on the shiny floor.
I sat down, able to focus long enough to send a message to Silvia with an apology to Chris, then stood up, my heart pounding with worry. What if something went wrong? What if the baby… The thought was too horrifying to finish.