Afraid that I might feel worse hearing this, the young nurse quickly interrupted them, her voice thick with emotion. "Stop talking! She can hear you."
But I wasn’t angry; in fact, I found it oddly amusing. If only they knew the 'good husband' they were praising had left his wife to bleed out while rushing to care for another woman—I wonder what they would think.
But none of that mattered now. All I cared about was saving my baby.
As the anesthesia started to take effect, I struggled to stay awake. My eyes found the nurse’s, and with the last bit of strength I had, I whispered, “My baby...”
But before I could finish, darkness overtook me.
...
I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I woke up, my ears were filled with frantic voices. Doctors surrounded me, bright operating room lights glaring down on my pale face.
"The patient is losing too much blood, and the baby’s heartbeat is gone! Call Dr. Levine from obstetrics—now!"
My right hand was still gripped tightly by the young nurse, who whispered, trying to calm me, “It’s going to be okay. Dr. Levine is an expert. She’ll save your baby.”