"Solana, you just went through an abortion," Dr. Huxley said, his voice calm but firm as he reviewed my records. "You can’t afford to let your emotions spiral like this. Thankfully, you came in time today; another delay could’ve cost you your life."
His words hung in the air, heavy with concern, as I quietly asked to be discharged.
Dr. Huxley’s brows lifted in surprise, though his tone remained steady. "Do you really want to leave? In your condition, I strongly advise staying for further observation."
But my resolve didn’t waver. Seeing my determination, he exhaled sharply, the creases on his forehead deepening. "Fine," he relented, though his disapproval was clear.
"Solana, where are your family members? They need to come in.”
As Dr. Huxley jotted down medical instructions, he glanced at the nurse and said to call my family.
The nurse hesitated before responding, "Doctor, her husband just left."
Those words made my heart lurch. I immediately stood and clarified, "That wasn’t my husband. He’s just a kind taxi driver who helped me. You’ve misunderstood."