Chapter 203 Bianca: Recovering

• Bianca’s lids fluttered open slowly.
• The room was quiet now, except for the soft beeping of monitors and the occasional shuffle of nurses. She lay still, a dull ache pulsing through her lower abdomen. The sterile scent of the hospital hung thick in the air, mingling with the rawness of everything she'd just experienced. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, as though her body wasn’t quite ready to match the speed of her thoughts.
• Moving with a groan, Bianca thought, so this is what it feels like. Not the movie version. Not the soft-focus montage where the baby slips into your arms and everything fades to gold. No. This was real—raw, bright, clinical.