I lay on the stretcher, struggling in pain.

It hurts so much. My stomach hurts so much.

I felt the warm liquid flowing from beneath me.

I lifted my hand, trying to grasp the blurry figure beside me.

Save my child.

"Dr. House, we have an emergency, the blood bank is running low. There's only one bag of type A blood left. Both your wife and Miss Serena need it. Who should get it first?" A nurse rushed in urgently.

Through the haze, I saw a tall man standing by the bed.

"Barry... save... save the baby."

"Give me the plasma," Barry snatched the blood bag from the nurse.

I finally managed to grab his hand, a sigh of relief escaping from my heart.

Don't be afraid, baby, Daddy will save you.

But then, the man suddenly shook off my hand.

The back of my hand slammed against the bedstead, and it echoed.

"Claire, Serena got hurt saving you. You can't be so selfish. Blood plasma from other hospitals is already on its way. Just hold on a little longer."

With that, Barry ran out without looking back.

I reached out, but grasped nothing.

I watched helplessly as he left.

Before I lost consciousness, I wondered why this was happening.

Oh, right, today was supposed to be my prenatal checkup.

Barry hadn't been home for two nights, so I made soup and planned to bring it to him.

Then, it seems I was in a car accident.

At that moment, I had only one thought: I must protect my child.

My child?

I jolted awake, my whole body aching.

I tried to raise my hand, but my fingers wouldn't obey.

"You're awake?" A doctor wearing a mask approached me, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry, but due to severe blood loss, we couldn't save the baby. My deepest condolences."

My eyes widened. What was he saying? How could my baby not survive?

My fingertips finally touched my stomach.

There was no heartbeat anymore.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Silent tears streamed into my hair.