My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't say anything. I felt a little dizzy, my lower abdomen hurt, and blood kept gushing out from my lower body. And everything pointed to the fact that we might lose our child. How should I put it? I felt pain, but it wasn't from my lower abdomen. It was from my heart.

It was as if something was stuck in my throat, suffocating me.

Hendrix got out of bed and hit the chaise longue that was by the bed. Perhaps his legs were weak.

I didn't say a word but just looked at him emotionlessly.

He found his phone and swiped the screen with his shaking fingers. After some time, he finally made the call.

When someone picked up the call at the other end, Hendrix rushed his words, trembling, "She's bleeding. I need an ambulance. There's so much blood."

He then hung up the phone, stumbled into the bathroom, and came out with a towel in his hand.

He walked near the bedside and kneeled, trying to clean the blood. But it was useless. I wouldn't stop bleeding.

I looked at him calmly, and my gaze was slowly getting unfocused.

He was in a panic. He didn't know what to do. I saw all those emotions shown in his eyes, but I didn't feel anything for him. He deserved it.

He didn't look at me. Seeing that he had no way of stopping the bleeding, he took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe and helped me put them on. He picked me up from the bed. I could feel that his hands were shaking badly.

Then, I heard the siren from the front yard. It must be the ambulance.

Sure enough, shortly later, a group of people pushed a stretcher into the villa. Hendrix put me on the stretcher and looked at me with conflicted emotions. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see him.

I was wide awake throughout the process of venturing from the villa to the hospital. I was even in a clear state of mind when I was in the operating room. The process actually didn't take long, and it wasn't hard to endure.

The rift between Hendrix and I was getting wider no matter whether we could keep the child. Our relationship was at a stage that nothing could mend it.

"Close your eyes and rest if you're sleepy. We'll try our best to keep the child. Don't worry," the operating doctor gently comforted me.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

About two hours later, I was still awake when I was pushed out of the operating room. Hendrix was waiting at the door.

He was pale. When he saw the doctor, he came forth to ask, "Is she all right?"

The doctor nodded, "Good thing she was brought over in time. Both she and the child are alright. Mr. Roberts, you need to control your urges. Mrs. Roberts has polycystic ovary syndrome, and the probability o conceiving a baby is already very little. This child didn't come easily, so it's best to be careful."

Hendrix nodded. It had only been a few hours, but he seemed to have aged a lot.

Then, I was sent into the ward. I was exhausted, so I fell asleep soundly in a short time.

The next day.

Some noises woke me up. When I opened my eyes, a nurse was changing my IV fluids. I rubbed my eyes and asked, "What's the commotion outside?"

The nurse had already finished changing the fluids. She paused for a bit before answering me, "It's Mr. Roberts and Miss Burton. Miss Burton wanted to come in and see you, but Mr. Roberts didn't allow her. So she's crying outside."

Crying?

I didn't say a word. Andrea's cry was most probably just an act.

Seeing that the nurse was about to leave, I asked, "Can you call them in when you go out?"

The nurse nodded, then went out with the empty bottles.

It didn't take long before Hendrix and Andrea came in. Andrea's forehead had bandage and gauze, which was probably from the accident the night before.

Her beautiful eyes were red. She looked fragile.

She followed Hendrix closely into the ward. She glanced at me and started her act, asking, "Arianna, how are you feeling?"

I smiled and said, "Well, I didn't die. I'm sorry that your wish didn't come true."