“There was a lot of blood, Bram,” I said, my voice breaking. “I don’t think the baby—”

“I’m on my way,” he replied. “Which hospital?”

I gave him the name of the hospital and hung up just as I saw Sarai being wheeled down the hallway.

“Hey,” I said, stepping aside so they could push her bed into the room. “How’re you feeling?”

“My head hurts,” she said softly, reaching out to grab my hand.

“I bet,” I said, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. Her hair was still damp from the rain, and I pushed it away from her face. “You’ve got quite the goose egg.”

“They fixed my nose,” she said. “Can you tell?”

I leaned back and tilted my head to the side. “Is it supposed to still be crooked?” I joked. I chuckled hollowly as she rolled her eyes.

“It hurt when they did it,” she said as the nurse fixed her IV and plugged in her monitors. “But afterward, it felt a lot better.”

“They should’ve waited until I was with you,” I said.

“You would have been a nervous wreck,” she replied. “It was better that you weren’t there.”

“That’s not true.”

“You almost punched the paramedic when he started my IV.”

“Remember that, do you?” I asked, giving her a small smile as I sat in the chair next to her.

“It left an impression,” she replied.

We stopped talking when the doctor came into the room. He was very matter-of-fact while he explained all her injuries. Her wrist was splinted for now, but they’d have to do surgery to set it. She had a mild concussion. Then I watched as his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “But the trauma of the accident has caused you to miscarry.”

Sarai froze.

“We’re going to keep an eye on things here,” the doctor said. He continued speaking, but I blocked him out.

I stared at the gray-flecked linoleum under my feet, trying to control my breathing as he went on and on. Didn’t he realize that we didn’t care what he was saying? Neither of us was paying any attention while he spouted medical terms and tried to explain something that didn’t make any goddamn sense.

I lifted my head when I heard his footsteps leave the room.

“Sarai,” I said quietly, trying to get her attention. “Sweetheart?”

She ignored me. Her face was pale as she stared at the empty doorway, the bruises under her eyes and along the side of her forehead becoming more apparent by the minute. She began to tremble as her fingers tightened painfully around mine, and then quietly she began to moan.

The sound was like nothing I’d ever heard before.

She gasped, and then the sound came again, deeper than before, almost animalistic.