Time is running out. Soon it will be to late.
A life hangs by a thread.
“I don't want this baby!” the mother spat. “I have my own life to live. It would just be a burden. Besides, my boyfriend says he will leave if I go any further.”
The doctor said nothing, just, glanced at her swollen belly, nodded and marked something down on his sheet. “Please have a seat in the waiting room. We will prepare the procedure.”
She nodded, rose, and left the room. Her eyes scanned the lobby as she took a seat near the door. A young couple sat several seats down, smiles on their faces, her belly full with life. The husband rested his hand lightly on the womb, and his face lit up with joy. Further down, another woman sat alone, her face hard, hurt. Another young lady sat across the aisle, her face soft as she absently flipped through a magazine.
The mother sunk further into her chair. Ultra-sounds and abortions in the same building. What was this hospital doing?
She felt the child in her womb kick, and she bit her lip. The procedure must happen. She had no choice.
“Mr. and Mrs. Smith? The nurse is ready to start the ultra-sound.” The couple rose, and, hand in hand, walked through a side door.
With a sigh, the mother shook her head. She glanced at the clock. Seconds ticked by. She wished she had someone with her to hold her hand. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. But she had so little time to decide! And now, time was slipping away. If only she had talked to someone else.
The baby in her womb was a life. But the life was forfeit. She had no choice. Soon it would be over. There would be no going back.
The lady across the aisle glanced up and they met eyes. She smiled softly. The mother looked closer at the magazine. Baby names. Great.
She looked away. The lady resumed reading, and the mother took a second glance. A large purse lay at her side, and a book had slid out. The mother leaned closer. A Bible. Her heart did a flip, and she glanced up to see the lady smiling at her.
The mother frowned harshly, putting up barriers, and looked away, folding her arms. She missed the look of confusion that crossed the lady's face. But, sneaking a glance out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the lady picked up her purse, and look at her Bible. She made a move as if to come and sit beside the mother, but then she hesitated. Fingering the edges of the book, she gazed at her, then looked away. Back again, trying to decide whether or not to approach.
Seconds ticked by. Time slipped away.
The mother refused to look her way, half hoping that the lady would come and talk. How she needed to talk!
“Mrs. Zimmer? The nurse is ready to start your ultra-sound.”
The lady rose slowly, looked at the nurse, then at the mother. Then, hesitantly, follow the nurse.
The mother's heart dropped.
“Ms Vickin? The doctor is ready.”
Time had expired.
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