C88 Chapter 87

I'm not hungry. I can't feel anything but pain, but my tears will fall on my cheeks, I won't know that I'm crying yet. I once again heard the door of my room slowly open and gently close.

As usual, I didn't pay attention to it. I don't care who it is. I won't talk to him either. I just want to stay here. I just want to be alone here. I don't need other people's mercy, their comfort. I just want to be alone.

"Son." Mama said softly to me and then I felt her place me on the bed where I was sitting. Like I said, I didn't pay attention to him. He hugged me tightly. I didn't speak, I just let him do whatever he wanted to do or say.

"I love you so much, a-son." He told me in a broken voice. He was obviously crying for me again. I know that he is also hurt by what is happening to me now, I really want to comfort him, tell him that it is okay. He doesn't need to cry for me.

But if I can't comfort myself, you can't comfort me by crying, don't know how to stop your pain. How can I do that to other people?

"Mama is just here for you." He added. I didn't speak or act at all. I just listened to him. I don't want to say anything. I don't want to talk to anyone. I just really want to be alone. I felt him kiss me on the right side of my head and then he pulled away from his embrace and told me that he would come back later to bring me food.

I closed my eyes tightly when I heard the door open and close again, at the same time as the memory of yesterday kept replaying in my mind so I didn't want to close my eyes and go to sleep, because I kept falling asleep and I remembered what was in my mind.

"WHERE?! WHERE'S MY BABY?!" I can still feel my weakness but I still forced myself to speak and fight the pain that is enveloping me now to find out what is going on. The previously chaotic place suddenly became quiet when I screamed, it was as if the surroundings froze and I was the only one who could move and speak.

"ANSWER ME! WHERE IS MY BABY! BRING MY BABY HERE TOO NOW!" And then I looked at the people inside my room one by one. There was an eggplant nurse in a baby-pink uniform, two women who I think were both doctors because of the white coats they were wearing.

"NOTHING? No one wants to bring my baby here?" I asked them but none of them spoke or moved.

"I'm going to go to him! WHERE IS MY SON? WHERE IS MY BABY?! TELL ME!" And since no one wanted to help me, I didn't think twice and just tied the IV that was plugged into my left hand. I closed my eyes tightly again when I felt the pain of what I did. I heard my breathing and it seems that what I did just sunk in on them because they delayed calling my name, maybe to stop me.

I'm not done yet! I gathered whatever strength was left in my body and then I tried to stand up. When I tried it for the first time, I immediately leaned back in my bed. I can not do it. I don't have the strength yet but I can't. I need to see my baby! My baby needs me!

That's why again if I tried to stand up, it was good and I did it, but as soon as I stepped my feet on the floor, my knees immediately went weak. I just closed my eyes tightly because I also felt a bit of poison that made me even more aware of my condition. It seems that my strength is really low.

How long have I been here? If I've been here for a long time, I should somehow be my strength, but why not? I was expecting to fall to the floor but my heart just dropped when I felt a strong arm supporting me.

I was also like paper that he slowly lifted and returned to the bed with the strength of his arm. His scent is very familiar to me, his presence and as soon as I opened my eyes again, he didn't mistake me. Our eyes immediately met, if before I was happy and thrilled, now I feel nothing but... anger. And it was as if my hands were my own mind, because I pushed him away from me. I gave him a bad look.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET OUT OF HERE!" I shouted at him again and again. I wasn't satisfied yet and I threw anything I could get my hands on, pillows, blanket until my hands touched the vase on my bedside table.

He didn't do anything to avoid it, he wasn't afraid of being hurt and injured. He didn't even move, that's why I was so shocked, nervous and my eyes widened when he hit my arm with the vase I threw.

"TRIGGER!" / "NICOLE!" Mama, Ciffer and Mr. said almost at the same time. Steinfield. Ciffer immediately approached Trigger as well as the two nurses. I saw how Trigger's arm started bleeding but I couldn't see on his face how he was hurt by his wound. Mr. approached me. Steinfield and Mama. I don't know why Mr. Steinfield but I'm not happy to see him.

"What did you do here? Are you going to hurt me like your husband did to me? Where is my baby? Maybe you took her and hid her so she's not here! Get my baby out!" I said hysterically to Mr. Steinfield.

"Nicole, child." Mom stopped me. He tried to hold me but because I was struggling he pulled back.