I popped the IV needle out of my hand hissing at the slight pain, but it was nothing compared to the sharp pain that I felt in my stomach when I placed my feet on the ground trying to stand.
I didn't care how sharp the pain was, I was going to find my babies.
I winced every step of the way holding onto anything that I could for support as I made my way through the doors to where they kept the babies.
I do not know how long I was out for and I had no idea what my babies looked or even felt like but all of that was going to change.
The pain was becoming even more unbearable the more I walked so I looked around for a wheel chair and borrowed and it was so much better, but it was much more harder to maneuver.
Nurses and doctors have been running around me attending to patients and none had seem to care what I was doing which was perfect because I didn't want anybody compromising this mission.
