Any mention of her stomach these past few days was the most fucking painful thing I ever had to go through. Well, not exactly her stomach, more so her uterus. It was obvious that she lost the baby when I saw her laying on that pavement unconscious, but I didn't want to believe it. I was hoping for some fucking miracle, but I should've fucking known that it was in vain. I should be happy that at least she's still alive, even if she's in coma.