Daniella’s heart suddenly sank. Her body uncontrollably swayed as if she would collapse in the next second but she quickly held on to the desk for support.

 

A heavy silence enveloped the room for a fraction of a second, Daniella’s heart racing.

 

“I_can't_ be_ pregnant,” she voiced out in a low gentle voice, sounding like a broken record.

 

She positioned her unsteady hands on the desk and bent her body a bit, “I can't be pregnant, woman, I can't just be pregnant.  And stop giving me that look!” she yelled out like a crazy woman this time, her eyes bulging outwards.

 

A feathered smile crossed the physician’s lips as it...