"Nurse! How's my daughter?" I asked once she came into my room to check my BP. "She's doing good." She took my hand to check my pulse. "Thank God!" I let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I felt a sharp piercing pain in my upper arm and I yelped in pain. She injected a syringe without my knowledge.

I glared at the nurse who gave me a weird look. What can I say I am not fond of injection; It's not my fault anyway.

Voluntarily, my hand went to rub my stomach and the heartbeat of mine started to accelerate immediately. How I'm going to protect this baby? I...