Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 116 How Is My Baby? Is It Okay?

Chapter 116 How Is My Baby? Is It Okay?

When Norah was taken to the operating bed in the emergency room, everything was ready.

The operating light above her was large and very bright and blinding.

But Norah's eyes were not closed.

Not only did she have her eyes open, she kept them open.

Was she scared?

Of course, she was scared. In fact, she was terrified. Her body temperature was as cold as ice, and

she was trembling all over.

But even so, she tried all the harder to stay awake. She wanted to remember the pain she was about to

experience, every second of it.

A group of people came into the operating room. They were the professor and doctors of obstetrics, the

nurses in charge of the various procedures, and the anesthesiologist...

Her lower body was still bleeding and her stomach was cramping with pain.

"Professor Walter, please, please save my baby. I can't lose it."

Norah looked over at Professor Walter, who looked kind, and pleaded emotionally.

"Young lady, don't worry, I'll do my best. Now follow my instructions and don't think about anything

else."

"Okay."

Soon the anesthesiologist applied the anesthetic to her. Since she was only given a local anesthetic,

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Although she couldn't feel her lower body because she was under local anesthesia, she could clearly

see the basin after the basin of her blood was carried away, and the nurses were busy with anxious

looks on their faces.

Soon, in addition to the blood, the gauze and cotton balls used by the doctors to stop her bleeding were

stained red with blood.

The scene was frightening, but she didn't cry.

She was just trembling, trying desperately to cheer herself up, "Norah, you have to be strong. Don't be

afraid. Only if you're strong will your baby be okay."

"Baby, you have to hold on too. I'm sure you'll make it through with me."

She clenched her fists tightly and pulled herself together to keep her spirits up.

Soon a needle was inserted into the back of her hand, and then the doctor began to give her the

transfusion.

She looked up and could clearly see the blood flowing into her body bit by bit. But she couldn't keep up

with the amount of blood being transfused.

It was too tiring. She was so tired.

And she felt so sleepy.

She could feel the energy draining from her body. She had tried desperately to hold on, but right now

she was too tired to have any more strength.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy's sorry."

After murmuring these words, Norah shed tears of pain.

Unable to hold on, she closed her eyes and fell into an endless darkness.

She could not remember how long she had slept. When she awoke, she was in a hospital bed. She felt

weak and had no strength at all.

The ward was large and had all the amenities. But Norah felt this emptiness without a hint of popularity.

She looked up and saw the crystal lights on the ceiling.

It was nighttime, and the crystal lights were emitting white beams of light.

Norah looked at the light and suddenly muttered, "This light is blinding! It's as blinding as the lights in

the emergency room."

She was speaking, but her eyes were very vacant and unfocused, as if she was losing her soul and

spirit.

"If you don't like the light, I'll have them change it."

Hearing this voice, Norah turned her head to the side.

When she saw Matthew's handsome face, so familiar to her, she raised a faint smile, trying to make

herself look all right, "It's okay. I'm just saying."

"Thank you for taking me to the hospital and saving me. I don't know what to say. I always owe you."

Matthew stepped forward and helped her to tuck her messy hair behind her ear, then said in a tender

and reassuring voice, "Then you must get well soon. I'm still waiting for you to buy me some coffee.

The coffee was good last time. I've read about it."

When Norah heard his words, there was a sudden light in her still eyes. But soon the light in her eyes

went out again.

'Get better?'

'Do I have a chance to get better?'

She had lost her hope, her strength, and the most important part of her life. She might not get better.

She didn't ask Matthew if the doctors had saved her baby.

But it was as if everything was meant to be. From the moment she woke up, when her hands touched

her belly, she could feel that her baby was gone. She had failed to keep her baby.

She tried so hard to keep her baby, but she still miscarried.

Her baby did not stay with her. It didn't want her to be its mother anymore.

She wanted to cry, but she tried so hard to hold it back.

"Mat, I want to ask you something." Norah finally asked.

She knew it was a foregone conclusion, and she knew she shouldn't hope for a miracle. She shouldn't

fool herself, but she still wanted to give herself that last bit of hope.

Even though she knew it was unlikely to hear the answer she wanted, she still wanted to ask.

Looking at Norah, pale and frail on the bed, Matthew had a lot to say to her. He wanted to comfort her.

But he knew what Norah was going to ask, and he knew she couldn't handle the reality.

He wanted to say to her, 'Norah, don't think about anything right now. You need to get well first.'

He wanted to say to her, 'Norah, don't be sad, you'll get your baby in the future. The most important

thing now is your health.'

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he felt his throat so dry and his mood so heavy that

he couldn't even make a sound.

How could she not know that he was right?

Were these useless, comforting words what she wanted to hear?

Of course not.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Matthew replied, doing his best to keep his voice calm.

"My baby... Did they..."

Norah choked up halfway through the question.

She kept telling herself to be strong. But when she actually asked the question, she realized how hard

it was.

"They failed to save it, right?"

This time, Norah, with all the strength she could muster, finished the question with a shudder.

By the time she finished, she was almost exhausted.

But even so, she still held on to the last glimmer of hope, full of expectation to look at Matthew.

Matthew answered in a heavy mood, "I'm sorry, Norah, I'm sorry I couldn't give you the answer you

wanted."

After getting the answer, Norah could no longer hold back the tears.

"I know."

She kept her head down.

She had actually felt it for a long time, but at this moment, she was completely dead.

"I want to be alone, can I?" After a long silence, Norah said.

Although Matthew was worried about her state, he knew what she needed most. So he nodded and

said, "Okay. I'll be outside. You call me if anything happens."

"Okay, thank you."

As soon as Matthew left, Norah couldn't control herself anymore and bawled her eyes out.

Crying so hard, she was trembling all over from the sadness and crying.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't protect you well."

"My baby, are you blaming me? You must be blaming me for not being useless and getting you hurt,

right? I blame myself too. Baby, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

When she was alone, Norah had no control and cried for hours.

Eventually, she passed out from crying. Fortunately, Matthew soon found out about the situation.

When Norah woke up, it was already dawn.

Norah's eyes hadn't quite opened when she saw a blurry figure.

She called softly, "Mat.

At that moment, Shawn abruptly turned to look at Norah.