Niya pov,

My body ached as I opened my eyes on a bed. My eyes rolled down to check out my dress. I was lying on a hospital bed in a green hospital gown my hand was connected with IV and saline. My head felt heavy as I tried to get on my back.

“M... Mark...!” I cried, holding my heavy head. My baby, I want to see her. My shutting eyes have seen visuals of doctors running inside helping me to lie on the bed checking out my pulse. My pain substituted as the doctor injected me my body gave up dozing me.

After an hour,

I woke up...