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It’s an hour later—on her way home that shefeels it, feels something being let go of—and she feels her body shiver with asilent scream. She could feel the sticky wetness on her thighs as she drovehome and she couldn’t stop to check, was too terrified to part her legs and see the truth. The blood was crimson against her soft skin, and seemed so jarring—in comparison. Her voice was soft as if quietness would dispell the fears in her gut—that she’d lost something. Allowed her family to take one more thing away from her.She didn’t speak—just drove her and Aria to the hospital in stony silence. She couldn’t hear a thing—it was all white noise. She let the doctors drew blood—flooded her room and she simply let them, her mind some where else completely—she didn’t need to see the doctor’s face to see it was the worst news—that this was the end of something. “I’m sorry Kemi—you lost the baby.” She felt nauseous—wants to hurl—wants to do something. But it’s like she’s lost her voice, somewhere between her father’s office and cold hospital beds. She doesn’t notice Aria come in, with dark bruises blossoming on her pretty face. She doesn’t realise that her older sister is clutching her arms—and kissing her forehead. She doesn’t notice that her body is shuddering—that she is sobbing. Doesn’t hear the doctor talking about how her rib is cracked—doesn’t notice anything happening to her. She’s just cold, and silent—and their words do nothing to penetrate the place she’s in. She’s sure the doctor is saying something else—but for a moment everything clicks into place.
“Has anyone called my Husband?”