For a split second, his face hardened. A flicker of irritation crossed his features, gone almost as soon as it appeared.
Then, in a voice that left no room for argument, he said, "No. This is for your own good."
Before I could protest, he shoved my shoulders down. The needle plunged into my spine.
Pain exploded through me; cold, sharp, unbearable. The sensation twisted deep, spreading like fire and ice all at once. My body trembled violently, and as darkness crept in, I realized something.
Whatever love I had left for Scott, it was gone. When I woke again, it was late. The room was dim, silent except for the faint sound of Scott’s breathing.
He was still there, sitting by my side. Scott’s face was full of worry when I opened my eyes. "Abigail, you're awake! Are you feeling okay? The doctor said the baby is doing great. He even called you the bravest mother in the world!"
He looked at me like he actually cared, like I was supposed to be touched by his words. But all I could manage was a bitter smile.
I reached up and brushed my fingers against his tired, red-rimmed eyes. "I'm fine. You should get some rest."
It didn’t take long for his breathing to slow beside me.