Beneath the cloak of night, where stars hid behind a shroud of darkness, everything seemed trapped in


    a nightmare. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambnces pierced the tranquil silence.


    M and Phoebe were ushered onto separate ambnces.


    M''s abdomen was seized by relentless waves of agony, pushing her to the edge of despair. Yet, her


    physical pain paled inparison to the anguish in her heart, an endless cycle of fear and


    disappointment.


    At this dire moment, with both her and her baby facing the gravest danger, M found herself utterly


    alone. Nathan, whom she depended on and loved deeply, now remained silent, tending to another


    woman''s needs.


    It was a painful echo of the past, reminiscent of the time when she and the impostor Sally had fallen


    into the pool together, and Nathan had chosen to save the other woman. The sting of that betrayal


    pierced her soul.


    As M was ushered into the delivery room, she found herself surrounded by urgent conversations


    between doctors and nurses. Before her eyes was amotion, and in her ears was a buzzing


    cacophony.


    Tears flowed down her cheeks while blood seeped from her lower abdomen. Her heart endured


    relentless stabbing pains, each contraction intensifying the agony.


    "Where''s your husband?"


    "Where are your family members?"


    "Who will sign the documents?"


    "Quick, call your family. Your condition is critical. How many months pregnant are you? Which hospital


    are you registered with?"


    The doctor''s urgent prompts added to the chaos, leaving M in a state of disarray. Drenched in sweat,


    she struggled amidst the uncontroble tremble to unlock her phone and handed it over to the nurse


    with Florence''s number.


    She was then wheeled into the delivery room. Each contraction felt like a blow that threatened to break


    her spirit.


    In that room of pain and uncertainty, there was no one by her side.


    When the nurse returned her phone, M dialed Nathan''s number with herst ounce of strength.


    Tears streamed down her face as she gasped for breath, praying for him to answer, yearning for him to


    come to her aid. Yet, all she received was the cold, automated message.


    Inside the delivery room, doctors buzzed around, attending to her urgent needs.


    M watched helplessly as they hooked up blood bags. It was then she realized the severity of her


    condition. She was bleeding excessively, with her baby yet to be born. The situation was dire.


    "Has her family arrived?" The doctor impatiently questioned the nurse.


    "On their way," the nurse replied.


    The doctor''s voice boomed with anger. "You''re seven months pregnant, and there''s no one by your


    side?


    "You''re bleeding heavily, yet there''s no one to sign the papers. How can we proceed with surgery? We


    can''t risk it!"


    Another doctor, checking the baby''s heartbeat, eximed urgently, "We can''t wait any longer. There''s


    no heartbeat."


    Those words hit M like a dagger to her heart. She felt her strength drain away, her hand trembling as


    it reached for her swollen belly.


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    She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She had endured so much suffering and


    fought through seven grueling months.


    Her life was intertwined with her unborn child''s. She couldn''t carry on if her baby didn''t make it.


    At that moment, all she wanted was to be with her baby wherever it may lead.


    Just as the doctors and nurses were


    at a loss, à nurse burst into the


    ne


    room. There''s a young woman here iming to be the patient''s family. She''s here to sign the papers."


    The doctor quickly retrieved the paperwork, ready to step out, when Phoebe rushed in. Her shoulder


    was bandaged, her face pale, and her steps unsteady.


    Seeing Phoebe enter despite her injuries, M felt a glimmer of hope in the darkness.


    The nurse supported Phoebe. "Who are you to her? Can you sign?"


    M''s vision blurred with tears, her


    throat burning, unable to utter a single word: She felt both


    l


    heartbroken and grateful for Phoebe. But above all, she felt the weight of her own and her child''s


    struggles.


    A woman should never depend solely on a man in life. Strength muste from within, both in heart


    and spirit.