*Shelby*
With a racing heart, I watched Michael leave the operating room to be with our babies. I couldn’t feel much below my shoulders, and a weird sound kept distracting me from Dr. Adams stitching me up.
“Wh-wh-what is th-th-at sound?” I stuttered, the noise continuing and increasing in volume.
“Shelby, that’s your teeth chattering, you’re shivering. How do you feel?” a floating face wearing a mask appeared before me and asked.
I felt a bone-chilling coldness throughout my body, and I kept wondering if my babies had been born yet. I asked the face, “Where’s Michael? Are the babies out yet?”
“Dr. Adams, she’s confused and her breathing is becoming faster and more shallow. Shelby, honey, I need you to stay with me, okay?” the kind, masked face urged me.
My eyes felt like they were being pulled down by weights, and they were almost impossible to keep open. I didn’t think I had ever been more tired than I was at that moment.