"Who are you to the patient?" the doctor asked, his eyes fixed on me with professional urgency.
"I'm… I'm… her husband," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
The words slipped out so naturally, yet they hit me just as hard as they did anyone listening. For a brief second, everything felt still, like time itself paused to acknowledge what I had just claimed.
Before the doctor could respond, Damon stepped out from the theater.
Apparently, he had entered through another door, which explained why I hadn't seen him go in earlier.
"James, don't worry. I got this," Damon said calmly.
James nodded without hesitation and walked away, leaving the responsibility in Damon's hands.
"How is she, Damon?" I asked again, my voice quieter this time, uncertain… almost afraid of the answer.
Damon hesitated, and that alone made my chest tighten.
"She is fine, Raymond… but I'm sorry, we couldn't save the baby."
