Agony shot through me, and I could feel something terrible happening inside. My hands instinctively went to my stomach, terror flooding my veins as I felt the warmth of blood pooling beneath me. I clutched my belly, the pain overwhelming as I struggled to catch my breath.
Samantha’s expression shifted to one of alarm as she took a step back, her eyes wide with shock. Without a word, she turned and fled, leaving me alone in the rain, crumpled and broken on the ground.
Through the haze of pain, I managed to call out for help. The world was spinning, and my vision blurred as strangers gathered around, their faces a blur of concern and urgency. Voices called for an ambulance, but all I could think about was my child, life growing inside me.
“Please… save my baby,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
But my mind was praying to the moon goddess for my pup's safety.
By the time the paramedics arrived, my consciousness had begun to slip. I could feel myself fading, my body growing weaker as the pain pulsed through every part of me. They lifted me onto a stretcher, the sound of their voices distant, muffled, like they were speaking from miles away.