“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“
“Doctor Jenkins, you are perspiring so heavily. Allow me to clear your vision,” Hannah purred, stepping forward with a sterile cloth, delicately dabbing his forehead while completely ignoring the woman bleeding to death inches away.
I am dying, I realized, the thought possessing a strange, crystalline clarity as the edges of the continue reading …