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“Don’t think that just because I’m in a hospital you can order me around. Stop looking at me like I’m about to die, Hugo.”
“You’ve been out for hours, princess.” He took my hands to his lips and kiss them. “Cat, you...” He wanted to say something but stopped to look at Gino. “We need a doctor.”
My brother went out into the hallway without a word, but I needed at least half a reason on why things seemed so normal.
“How did he let you in here? The last thing I remember is Gino screaming something in my face about killing you.”
“Gino came to see me, Cat.”
“Why?”
Again, he looked away, avoiding the question.
“We’ll talk later, ok?”
No, not ok, but he was saved by my brother and a tall, slim woman with black hair that was hanging from a pony tail on the top of her head. Judging by the immaculate white coat, she was my doctor.
“Catherinelle,” she spoke with a soft but confident voice. “I’m Doctor Melanie Swartz. I’m glad to see you’re up.”
“Yeah, I’m great. Dr. Swartz, can you please tell me what happened?”
“Well, Catherinelle, we had to perform a few procedures on you. There is no easy way to tell you this…”
Muse cut her off by speaking to Gino.
“Baby, let’s go wait in the hallway.”
“What? No way. She’s my sister!”
“This is between Catherinelle, Hugo and Dr. Swartz. Let’s. Go.” She basically dragged him out while my brother was glaring at Hugo with the most furious expression. At least there wasn’t blood lust in his eyes anymore.
Dr. Swartz resumed after the door closed behind Muse and Gino.
“Catherinelle, I’m an OB-GYN.” Oh, fuck, the baby. I looked at Hugo, wide-eyed, but he kissed my hand again to calm me down. Oh, my God, he knew. “You were brought in with severe vaginal bleeding. We stopped it as fast as we could, and I tried everything in my power, but unfortunately, it was too late. You were under severe distress, and the embryo was too young to get through.”
“What?” I don’t know why, maybe instinct, but my free hand gently fell on my stomach.
“The pregnancy had stopped evolving.”
“I see,” I said.
This was so weird. I didn’t have the time to wrap my head around the idea of being pregnant, and now, they were telling me I had lost the baby. Shit, I didn’t even want it in the first place. Like I told B, I wasn’t ready. There was no way for me to raise a child, but then why…why did I felt so empty.
I shouldn’t have felt like I’d lost something, but the feeling of emptiness cut me like a razor. I hadn’t taken a test; it had only been a few weeks, and there was no time to…to accept it, but still. A part of me and Hugo was lost. A little, innocent crumb of our love.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, especially at such a young age,” Dr. Swartz continued. “Look, Catherinelle, I see miscarriages happen every day, unfortunately. It doesn’t matter what you think you did or didn’t do; it’s not your fault. A very high percent of first-time pregnant women don’t hit the mark of the first trimester. I can answer all your questions; I can offer you ambulatory support or recommend a therapist that could work with you and the father. Right now, I want you to focus on the fact that you’re young, healthy, and your reproductive system wasn’t at all affected. I don’t see you having any problems if you decide to conceive again.”
“That’s, umm, it’s a lot to take in, Dr. Swartz.”
“I understand; that’s why I think therapy would be the best option.”
“No need. We have coping mechanisms in our family.” Coping mechanisms as we lived in such a close proximity with death and loss, there wasn’t anything we couldn’t take.
“Ok, but think about it. There is something else I need to ask you.” She looked guilty, but I gave her a nod to encourage her to keep talking. “You are a minor, but your legal guardian, your brother,” Gino took guardianship over me the day after daddy died, “didn’t report any crime, so we’re not under any obligation to report your situation.”
“There’s nothing to report, Dr. Swartz.”
“Are you sure?”
