When she woke up and her sheets were red she didn't understand at first. She was pregnant; there shouldn't be blood on the sheets. She pulled the sheets off the bed and went to the bathroom, stuffing the sheets in the laundry bin as she walked past. She glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall and it hit her suddenly, like a punch to the stomach.
She fell to her knees, one hand clinging to the sink, the other holding her belly. No. A sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed her and she just barely managed to pull herself to the toilet before the bile came spilling out. No.
She found she was sobbing, tears and mucus falling into the toilet as well. "No, no, no." She repeated over and over again. She couldn't think of anything else, couldn't begin to form coherent thoughts. All she could think was that one word, repeating itself like a chant, like a prayer.
No.