Hospital,
Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to open her heavy eyes. In a low, hoarse voice she had been murmuring "Viv" for a while.
A sharp yell echoed the room, "Viv_."
In a flash, she got out of the bed and stood up, ignoring the pain in her hand. A nurse came running to her side and saw red.
A few drops of blood dripped on the white ground painting it red. It turned out in panic; she had pulled the IV cannula from her wrist when she got up.
Unaware of the bleed, Ira gasped and held the nurse's hand, "My husband. How is he?" She had lost her conscious the moment she saw him. Hence she got restless to know his condition.
"Ma'am he is in OT now." The nurse supported her. "He is undergoing surgery for his leg,"
"Take me." she urged. Her voice came across as desperate pleading.
"Okay, I will take you there. Calm down." The nurse hugged the soft body and patted her back. The woman was pregnant and fainted due to stress. The amount of anxiety was not good for the baby.
