Emily,” the doctor began, his voice somber, “you have suffered multiple injuries, but what’s most urgent is that you have experienced a placental abruption.”
The room’s silence deepened, the gravity of the situation pulling everything into a standstill. “This is a serious condition where the placenta detaches from the womb,” he explained, casting a sympathetic glance at both Ethan and me.
Ethan’s grip on my hand tightened, his eyes widening in fear. “But… what does it mean for the baby?” he stammered, his voice cracking with desperation.
The doctor took a deep breath, as if steeling himself to deliver news no one ever wants to hear. “We’ve done everything we can,” he said, “but the situation is critical. We need to perform an emergency surgery immediately to give your baby any chance of survival.”
