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arm. I want to scream. I need to get out
of this bed and find my baby.
“You’re in a hospital. You had to
be brought in. You went into early
labor,"" He pauses, and his grip on my
arms tightens. It's unwelcome. "Your
baby didn't make it."
"What? No. You're lying. Where is
she?" The tears spring free, and I tug at
the drip lines. Blood starts to spray
