CHAPTER 4
Though the surgery was over early that evening, Bryce did not awaken until late the following afternoon. As soon as he was awake, he knew that something was very wrong. It didn't take him long to realize what the problem was.
He was no longer pregnant.
He tried to remember what he'd been doing. He'd gone to bed. Yes. Then what? He didn't remember getting up. He hadn't been sick when he'd got into bed. So why was he in hospital? What had happened to the baby.
He remembered his conversation with Murray. The man had had doubts about his abilities as a parent. That had to be the explanation. Murray or Edison must have talked the doctors into ending the pregnancy.
Bryce would never forgive them.
A nurse peeked in. And when she saw that he was awake, she went and fetched the doctor.
"How do you feel, young man?" the white-haired gentleman asked kindly.
"How am I supposed to feel?" Bryce snapped. "You killed my baby without even asking how I felt about it! You just listened to some old bald fool who had no right to even …" he turned away in disgust. "Just get out."
"We didn't kill you baby, " the doctor corrected him. "The baby was already dead when we began the surgery. You friend, and she's hardly bald, found you in bed in respiratory distress. You couldn't breathe because the baby you were carrying was crushing your lungs. We were going to try to reposition it, but when we went to do so, we discovered that the rapidity of its growth had caused it to suffer internal organ damage. There was no way to save it."