My symptoms worsened day by day. I was losing control of my bladder and bowels, and dizziness hit me more frequently. At first, I thought I could manage without the wheelchair, but now I couldn’t even imagine standing without it.
“What are you doing in a wheelchair? You haven't given birth yet. Don't tell me you're working like that? You have a chair in our department, Cynthia. Or, are you just trying to make us look bad? What, do you think we’re mistreating you? Get up!”
Hadden’s voice was laced with irritation. He couldn’t even look at me without growing impatient.
Before I could respond, he grabbed me and yanked me out of the wheelchair. The sudden force sent me crumpling to the ground and my vision spun.
The blanket I had been using to cover my belly also fell to the side, leaving me exposed.
