In My Desperate Time

Piercing pain from the belly awakens me. Baby, where is my baby? Suddenly I put my hand on the belly and find what I touch is
a much flatter one than before.
“Baby, where is my baby?” I get up and shout without feeling the pain.
I lie on a simple hospital bed with no one around. I almost break down when I realize that the baby’s fate is still unknown. He
values more than my own life. What if he has anything wrong?
“Your baby is here.” Doctor come in and hand me a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. With a sigh of relief, I take the baby from
the doctor and weep with joy. Thank goodness, my baby is here. I cuddle the baby tightly. The joy to find the lost baby allows me
no time to think where they are and why they don’t take away the baby or do anything else.
After a while, I find something wrong. The baby is so cold. Trembling, I move the baby, only to find that his face is pale, his eyes
close tightly, and he has no vital signs.
Oh, no! I stretch out my hand anxiously and touch the baby's neck, and it is cold. My heart beats quickly, then I also check the
baby’s breathing. Suddenly, I feel so wretched.
“Your baby is dead.” It seems the nurse couldn’t bear to see this, whispering. I feel all my blood clotted. Sitting still and looking at
the lovely face of the dead baby, I burst into tears.
After a long time, I jump off the bed, shouting toward the doctor, “Where are they going? Let me see them, I am gonna kill them!”
How can they kill this innocent little baby?! I can’t allow them to get away after killing my baby!
“They are just left.” Doctor says. Hearing this, I carry the baby and rush outside without wearing shoes.
“You’d better not run, otherwise your wounds will split!” Doctor says again. But I can’t hear him, I just want to do something for
my innocent and lovely baby. Losing this baby hurts me deeply, too deeply that nothing could relieve my hate ever. Once I caught
up with them, I would definitely kill them!
The wound on the belly splits. Each step I make, piercing pain I feel. I grit my teeth and run out desperately for fear it’s too late to
catch up with them.
However, I find no one outside the room, having no idea how long they have left. I sit on the ground, feeling piercing pain from
the wound. However, compared to the psychological pain, physical pain is nothing.

“Baby, my baby. Sorry that I can’t protect you. Sorry, my baby. Sorry...” Pain of losing the baby turns into hate to Frances Louis. I
can't wait to fly back to Virginia right away and tear Frances Louis into pieces.
Pain and despair make me gradually lose consciousness. Then I seem to hear the phone ringing.
In the past, life is slow, both the vehicles and mails are slow. One can only love one person in his lifetime.