Chapter 7 - The Miraculous Survival
The doctor paused, looking at the husband's tear-stained face before continuing in a calm, grave voice.
"We were able to deliver the baby girl safely," the doctor announced. "She is small—weighing just four pounds and two ounces—and she has been moved to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit for breathing support, but her vital signs are stable."
A massive wave of relief washed over Sarah, who covered her mouth and sobbed softly.
"And Emma?" the husband gasped, grabbing the doctor’s sleeve. "Is Emma okay?"
"Mrs. Vance suffered a severe hypertensive crisis during surgery," the doctor revealed carefully. "We managed to stabilize her, but she lost a significant amount of blood. She is awake in the Recovery Ward, but she is extremely weak."
"Can I see her?" the husband begged, his voice trembling with desperate hope. "Please, Doctor. Just two minutes."
The doctor looked at Sarah, who nodded slowly with a stern glare. "Only because Emma asked to speak to him once she woke up."
Five minutes later, the husband walked into the quiet recovery room.
The room was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Emma lay in the hospital bed, her face pale, an IV line taped to her arm. Despite her exhaustion, she looked serene, her blonde hair resting gently against the white pillows.
He crept toward the side of the bed as if approaching a sacred shrine, dropping to his knees beside her mattress.
"Emma..." he sobbed, taking her limp hand in both of his and pressing his forehead against her knuckles. "I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry... I was blind, I was selfish, I was a monster..."
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Emma slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at him kneeling beside her bed, her expression filled not with anger, but with a profound, distant clarity that chilled him to the bone.
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