My heart skipped a beat.
My child will be lost? No, it can't happen. This can't happen to me!
"What do you mean, doctor?" I asked him, looking at him desperately, but he only shook his head.
"The child was hurt, but it can be saved."
My child can still be saved! I felt happy hearing those words, but the old man was speaking so slowly, putting me in even more tension.
What was wrong with my child? I wanted to find out. I didn't want anything to happen to my baby—my only baby, the only thing I had right now.
"Something is wrong with your child. The situation with your child was already unusual, but this hit that caused you to bleed almost made the child die," the doctor said, staring at me blankly, speaking like a professional.
Meanwhile, I was here—confused.
What is wrong with my child? I repeated the question to myself over and over, but the doctor kept saying the same thing without explaining.
