"He is dead." I answered but somehow my fingertips got sweaty as well as my forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry", she answered but I felt guilty.
"You can talk to me about any complications I'm facing", I said while she gave me a report where she told me where the issue is lying. It was mostly because of my messed hormones acting up.
"Oh, ok I will look after my health however I can", I said and came out while dad and mom were waiting for me.
"You done?" Dad asked while I nodded.
"Yeah", I said while holding my reports tightly.
"Is everything ok with you?" Dad asked but I couldn't say that my baby is at risk and that too be for me. If I am able to come out of the place a bit sooner then everything will be ok or just perfect just like before.
But when was the one everything was perfect? Never, right?
"Baby"
"What are you thinking?" Dad asked again while mom went to bring the medicines.
