[Flashback]
Lola opened her eyes weakly, the steady beeping of the heart monitor echoing louder in her ears. Her gaze drifted toward the ceiling, her mind hazy and confused—unsure of where she was or what had happened.
"She's awake."
A voice cut through the noise, catching the nurse's attention. A moment later, a doctor entered and began checking her vitals. He flashed a small light into her eyes, but all Lola could feel was the dread creeping up her chest.
"Miss Young, can you hear me?" asked the doctor.
Lola met his eyes and, somehow, like magic, everything came rushing back. Adrenaline replaced the fog in her mind as she reached out, gripping the front of the doctor's coat with trembling hands.
"My…" she gasped, her strength drawn solely from fear. "... child."
Her throat was painfully dry. "Where is my child?"
The question hung in the air. The doctor hesitated, his expression shifting ever so slightly, enough for her to see the pity glint in his eyes.
