Yara suddenly grabbed my hand, "Nyta, I really didn't mean to come back and compete with you for Kenneth."
When Kenneth saw us pulling at each other, he rushed over and shoved me away.
He carefully checked on Yara, then looked at me with a face full of anger.
"Nyta, what are you making a scene about?"
Before I could say anything, Yara spoke in a tone full of grievance, "Kenneth, I think I twisted my ankle."
Kenneth didn’t even look at me. He just picked up Yara and rushed out.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, much stronger than before and blood poured out from between my legs.
"Help, help..." I weakly called out, my consciousness starting to fade.
In my daze, I heard hurried footsteps and panicked voices.
"Nyta! Nyta!"
In my haze, I heard the doctor’s voice. "Placental abruption, massive bleeding, surgery immediately!"
As my consciousness slipped away, there was only one thought in my mind. My baby was gone.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
"You're awake?" My best friend's anxious voice came through.
I tried to move my body, but I felt a tearing pain in my lower abdomen, causing me to gasp in pain.
"Don't move."