“He didn’t care enough,” I thought bitterly. “How could he let this happen?”
Suddenly, darkness closed in around me. The images of our life together felt like slow-motion snapshots — him scrolling through his phone while I begged for help, the way he rejected my concerns as mere dramatics.
Then, chaos erupted. Alarms blared, jerking me back to the stark reality of the operating table. “Code blue! We’re losing her!” I heard a voice shout, but the world began to fade away again.
“No, please,” I thought, desperately fighting against the pull of unconsciousness. “Not now. I need to see my baby.”
The bright lights blurred into dark pinpricks, and then—silence. I felt myself slip away, flatlining on the operating table, leaving my fate uncertain.
Awakening to Uncertainty
Rebecca blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, her head pounding with confusion. A white ceiling loomed above her, sterile and indifferent.
