Louis's POV
When the doctor told me Michelle was pregnant, I felt shocked and helpless. His words felt like needles piercing my heart, blaming me for being inadequate and even questioning my level of care for Michelle. Yet, I was at a loss, unable to explain myself.
"She's pregnant? Whose child is it?" I stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. I knew the doctor misunderstood our relationship, but I couldn't bring myself to clarify.
"I'll take care of it, thank you, doctor," I forced out the words.
After giving a few instructions, the doctor left the room. I sat on the chair beside the bed, looking at Michelle's pale face, feeling a wave of indescribable guilt and helplessness wash over me. Her appearance pained me; the pallor on her face resembled paper, devoid of her usual stubbornness, only showing a heartbreaking weakness and vulnerability.
I gently held her hand, feeling her frailty, wondering when she had become so thin.
