The miscarriage pain was excruciating, a relentless assault that left me trembling and broken. I lay in the darkness, tears mingling with the sweat on my face, my body convulsing with the aftershocks of pain.
The minutes stretched into hours, each one an eternity of suffering. The blood continued to trickle down my legs, a cruel reminder of what I had lost. The pain didn't subside; it lingered, a constant, throbbing agony that made me want to scream until my voice gave out. My stomach cramped again, the intensity making me curl into a fetal position, my body shaking uncontrollably.
I felt like I was being torn apart, every nerve in my body alight with pain. The darkness around me was suffocating, pressing in on all sides, amplifying my misery. I was trapped in an endless cycle of torment, my mind a whirlwind of grief and agony. The realization that I had lost my baby, Delrico's baby, was a crushing weight that I couldn't bear.
