Actually, her injuries didn't require her to be carried around like this at all, but her hands still couldn't help but wrap around his neck, resting her face against his chest.
If there hadn't been any dispute over the child between them, would everything have been fine?
Clearly, her pregnancy should have been a joyful thing, but now it had turned out like this.
When they reached the bathroom, as he gently set her down, she felt a sense of disorientation.
She watched him wet the towel and wring it out, then watched as he tenderly wiped her face with it. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling his tenderness.
When he carried her out of the bathroom again and carefully placed her on the hospital bed, she softly said, "Kyle, can I keep the child? I really don't want to lose this little life."
