13 hours later.
I next woke to the sound of a beeping machine and the sanitary smell of hospitals. I could feel a dull ache in my stomach but more worryingly a sharp, stabbing pain in my uterus. I looked around the room to find it empty. Soon after, the door opened and Leo entered with a cup of coffee in his hand. He wore a weary, drained expression on his face and his eyes were red and puffy.
"I lost the baby, didn't I?" I asked him.
He nodded with a clenched jaw.
My eyes welled up with tears and I threw my head back in grief.
"I should never have done this," I said. "I knew it was dangerous and I wasn't putting the baby's needs first."
"You can't blame yourself for this, Ella. It will only make it worse," Leo said kneeling beside me and taking my hands.