Blood keeps flowing out of my body, and my consciousness is fading.
In a daze, I hear someone open the door.
Screams and noises come.
Then, I seem to be lifted.
The pain in my lower abdomen is getting sharper, and I get a knot of tension in my stomach.
No! Baby, please be safe.
The moment I am carried into the ambulance, I suddenly open my eyes and tug at the doctor's hand
beside me, begging in a weak voice, "Please ... save my child!"
I'm seven months into pregnancy. If the child is born today, it might have the opportunity to survive in
the incubator!
As for me ... I don't care.
Soon enough, the ambulance arrives at the hospital.
David and Mindy rush over. Mindy pounces to me and grabs my hand excitedly.
"Jane, please be all right! You can't leave me alone!"
David holds the panicked Mindy and gently kisses her on the crying face.
How lucky! Such a man loves her and stays by her side. Mindy is much happier than me.
I'm pushed into the operating room by the doctor. In a daze, I emphasize to him again and again.
"Save my child. No need to care about me. Save my child! Please!"
The doctor just remains silent and gives me an anesthetic.
My eyelids are getting heavier, but I'm still awake.
I clearly hear the doctor saying, "The uterus is ruptured. The abdominal cavity is bleeding. Her water is
not broke. The baby is still breathing, but she has few chances to survive."
The baby's still breathing?
Upon hearing it, I breathe a sigh of relief. I finally rest assured and fall into a deep sleep.
My body seems to be lighter, and my limbs are weak. I'm unable to exert any strength.
Finally, the doctor says, "The baby's born! Time, 5:20 a.m. March 18, 2017."
At this moment, I open my eyes as if I get God's call.
A thin, dry little boy is taken out of my stomach. The doctor pats him a few times and he makes a
sound softly.
His voice is more beautiful than anything else. Everyone present heaves a sigh of relief.
I slowly wake up and watch as my child is put into an incubator. I completely relax.
The child is fine. That's enough.
However, the doctor's expression becomes even more serious.
"Why is she still bleeding? Her blood pressure and pulse are slowing down. If it continues, the patient
will die of blood loss."
Really?
But why am I feeling good? I'm even more conscious than ever.
At this moment, all my emotions that have been suppressed surge forth.
All my beliefs gather and turn into a familiar name that I'm too timid to call for a long time.
Frances.
I miss him. I really miss him.
"Doctor."
As I open my mouth, I find my voice is extremely weak. I barely hear myself.
The doctor is so focused on saving me that he doesn't hear me.
Perhaps he doesn't even know I'm awake.
I raise my voice and call again.
"Doctor."
"Why are you awake? Anesthetist, she needs more anesthesia."
The doctor looks up at me and turns around to instruct the anesthesiologist.
I raise my hand, and I don't even know where I gather my strength. I pull the doctor and say, "I wanna
see Frances. Please."
Really?
But why am | feeling good? I'm even more conscious than ever.
At this moment, all my emotions that have been suppressed surge forth.
All my beliefs gather and turn into a familiar name that I'm too timid to call for a long time.
Frances.
| miss him. | really miss him.
"Doctor."
As | open my mouth, | find my voice is extremely weak. | barely hear myself.
The doctor is so focused on saving me that he doesn't hear me.
Perhaps he doesn't even know I'm awake.
| raise my voice and call again.
"Doctor."
"Why are you awake? Anesthetist, she needs more anesthesia."
The doctor looks up at me and turns around to instruct the anesthesiologist.
| raise my hand, and | don't even know where | gather my strength. | pull the doctor and say, "| wanna
see Frances. Please."
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