Freya looked up with eyes that had bags underneath them as she saw Luke enter their room. He made his way to her with a worried expression. But his face became even more worried as he saw how she looked. She knew that she must have looked horrible with no energy to go on especially after being cooped up in bed for the last few days.
It wasn't just that she had been cooped up in bed, but she had been cooped up in bed, thinking about their lost baby. She had tried to stop thinking about it, but she felt that it wasn't fair if she just forgot it and moved on. Luke sat on the bed beside her and caressed her cheek as she was still laying down.
"Baby, why are you letting yourself go? Are you trying to die, and leave me and Alice?"
She shook her head sadly, "No, of course not. I would never want to be separated from you two."
"Then why are you letting Dr. Clown win? You're going to let him break you? It seems that you are only waiting for death."
