Written By : Pamela James
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Around one week later, Damien got a call from the hospital saying that the results of the MRI scan were out. However, he never told Damien about it.
Later that night, with an unsuspecting Daniella, Damien slowly got up from bed and gazed at Daniella’s sleeping face with an expressionless face.
In the darkness, Daniella heard a loud thunk before a bright light surrounded her.
Several figures with blue masks and blue gloves stood around her. A bright blinding beacon was situated above her head. She couldn’t see where she was, only knowing that she definitely wasn’t at home.
“What’s going on?” she said with her fuzzy vision confusing her.
The blue men ignored her. All she heard was a quiet mutter and the sound of metal clanking together. It sounded like metal tools but she couldn’t lift her head up to see.
Then, all of a sudden she heard a loud slam. A gush of cold wind swept her clothes up and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms and legs.
She soon realised that she also wasn’t wearing her normal pyjamas but instead, a thin piece of fabric.
She then felt a shadow overcast above her. A figure looked down at her but the bright light made them invisible to her.
“How are you feeling?”
She instantly recognised the voice. As she looked onwards their facial features suddenly started to take shape.
“Where am I? What’s going on?” she asked him in a groggy manner.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. Just stay still and let the doctors take care of you.”
“Doctors?” she asked confused.
“Am I sick?”
He chuckled and bent down closer to her face.
His breath tingled across lips and her back unconsciously pressed further into the cold metal table.
“We are just going to fix up a few things,” he said.
Daniella looked at him concerned with her thoughts going directly to her unborn child.
“What about my baby? Will the baby be okay?” she asked anxiously.
Damien paused. Then he frowned.
“That won’t be a worry later. Anyways, just calm down. Everything will be fine,” he reassured.
The doctors in blue came up to him and whispered something in his ear. His lips lifted into a satisfied smirk before he gave her stomach a quick glance.
To her, it seemed a little odd. She had never felt sick at all besides the occasional morning sickness.
How sick could she get if she was suddenly hospitalised?
“… baby….ortion…ready to go…”
Did she hear right?
The words she heard rang through her ears like a slow echo.
“Damien I just heard the doctor say ‘ab0rtion’. I’m wrong,” she paused while tugging on his sleeve,
He looked down at her, his lips in a thin line. He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say yes either.
She was anxious.
He didn’t reply as nearly as quickly as she was hoping. The long eerie silence befell on them and she could hear her heart crack; her nerves ultimately started shaking.
“Please tell me it isn’t true,” she whispered to him.
“Please tell me my baby will be safe.”
He remained silent and ignored the blood draining from her face.
Her mind went blank.
Her fingers slowly receded back to her body.
There’s no way this was real.
“No, no, no, no,” she muttered to herself.
Eyes running wild, she looked at the bump of her belly and bit her lip. Her baby was in danger. She was in danger.
A high-pitched scream was suddenly heard and the table shook tremors.
She thrashed and tried to remove the leather straps binding her by kicking and twisting her body.
She clenched her fists and tried to rip it apart but it stuck like glue.
“Ma’am, please calm down,” a doctor said in the distance.
The nurse’s hands came down to hold her but she continued to scream as the cool touch of latex gloves burned her skin.
She thrashed even more violently than before and rocked the metallic table.
“Could you get your wife to settle down?” they asked Damien.
He glanced at her and walked towards her body.
His face leaned over hers and once she caught sight of his gaze, she froze still. Her eyes bore into his, a pool of quivering brown orbs.
“Don’t do this to me,” she sobbed, “Please.”
“We are getting rid of it,” he stated roughly.
“No,” she sobbed tiredly.
“This is for your own good,” he said.
“It may pose a threat to your health and I’m not taking any risks.”
“I don’t care, just let her live,” she cried painfully.
Damien ultimately ignored her and called on the doctor.
“Put a strong sedative on her,” he said,
“I don’t want her to feel a thing.”
The doctor responded with a nod and grabbed a long plastic tube with a needle on the end, ready to poke her arm.
She glanced at the doctor with teary eyes and began to shout and struggle against the nurses who were holding her down.
Damien suddenly came to her side and held down her arms tightly.
The doctor took this as a chance to inject her with the anaesthetic.
After a few seconds, her vision suddenly began to go blurry and her mind was swirling. Everybody’s words began to slur and a heavy feeling weighed down on her eyelids.