"Baby, don't be afraid. I'm your husband. Just think about it… we… and our child…" Daniel coaxed her step by step, but Zervini's face grew increasingly pale, and her head began to throb violently, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
"Child? Child… no… no…" Her head hurt so much that she refused to think about anything. She didn't want to think anymore; she clutched her head and began to breathe heavily.
Seeing her in pain, Daniel felt a heart-wrenching pain but was powerless to help. He stood three steps away from her, afraid to get any closer, worried that she might hurt herself in her agitation.
"Zervini… we don't want this. Let's go home… okay?" he spoke cautiously, afraid to stir up more of her emotions and make her suffer even more.
Zervini stood there with her eyes closed, gradually stabilizing, but she still furrowed her brow tightly, her face looking terrifyingly pale in the darkness.
