His eyes were bloodshot and his arms trembled as he held her tightly. He shouted, "I'll take you to the hospital! You'll be fine!" During this time, Javier didn't look at me once.
It was like watching a dramatic scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress, until I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.
A passerby pointed at me, shouting in alarm, "Your stomach ..."
It was only then that I realized my white dress had turned bright red. A pool of blood gathered beneath my feet. I was rushed to the hospital.
The doctor said I was at risk of miscarriage. I had two choices, attempt to save the pregnancy or undergo an abortion. I chose the abortion.
When the nurse brought the surgical consent form for me to sign, I saw Javier and Danielle.
Danielle was leaning on Javier's shoulder, smiling contentedly.
The nurse beside me whispered under her breath, "That couple, turns out the girl only had low blood sugar, but the man acted like she was dying, rushing her to the emergency room. It's ridiculous!"