Diana woke up just as the morning sun crept high into the sky. The warm rays pierced through the small hospital window, a stark contrast to the cold sweat clinging to her skin. Her hand instinctively cradled her protruding belly, her sanctuary and her burden, as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
A sharp, searing pain coursed through her lower back and waist, forcing a gasp from her lips. The discomfort she'd been dismissing for days now felt unbearable, each pang sharper and more relentless than the last.
"Doctor!" she cried weakly, clutching her belly as another wave of pain hit her.
The doctor, who had been reviewing files in the adjoining room, rushed to her side. His calm demeanor faltered slightly when he saw her pale face and trembling body. "Diana," he said, his voice soothing yet firm. "Let me check on you."
