Let's Play Your Games, Dr. Hudson

THE four white corners of the room were the first thing that Abhaya noticed. She stood there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had happened to her. Yes, she remembered... she was hit by a car, and then there was a long period of darkness.

She looked at her own hand, which had dextrose stuck in it and one arm that couldn't move. Then it dawned on her that she had broken a bone as a result of the plaster cast that had been applied. She wanted to feel her own stomach, but she couldn't because when she looked to the right side of the room, she saw the man who had caused everything to go wrong. She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to the ceiling. She immediately felt tears well up in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to keep them from falling. She could hear him approaching her slowly. He was wearing a white Doctor's coat in her peripheral vision.

"You've been sleeping in this bed for two weeks. I'm glad you decided to wake up," he said flatly, before checking her vital signs.

She didn't respond and pretended not to hear, but she frowned when she realized what Hudson had said.

What exactly is she? Two weeks of sleep? How long did she sleep... What happened during her unconsciousness for a week? Wait... No... No…

"How is my baby" It was almost a whisper when it came out of her mouth, because she was still very weak.

She wanted to yell at him, but she couldn't because she was still weak. While she waited for an answer, her tears began to fall.

"It's gone"

Two words, but they hit her like a bomb. No! No... No... he's just joking. Her baby had no reason to fall out of her womb. No, she was becoming hysterical. Her eyes were welling up with tears at all times. She is unable to accept it! No!

"P-please, aren't you just lying?" She pleaded as her tears streamed uncontrollably.

God! It hurts! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please She knew Hudson couldn't accept her pregnancy and that she could live on her own without his assistance. Hudson had no reason to tell her that the life that had once existed in her womb had died. He's deceiving her! Hudson has no right to say such a thing.

"The baby is gone, Abhaya."

Despite her weakness, she stood up and quickly felt her stomach with one hand with dextrose hanging on it. Hudson quickly stopped her, but she refused to take his hand in hers. He has no right to touch or sympathize with her.

She clenched her fist and screamed in agony, but no voice came out of her throat. She couldn't raise her voice, despite her desire to yell and drive Hudson away. He's a true demon! She lost her baby as a result of an accident, and no one can blame her except the man in front of her.

"Stop crying, it's all happened," he said matter-of-factly.

If she had the strength now, she would have slapped Hudson and punched him in the face. How could it tell her everything so succinctly that the life she was living in her womb seemed meaningless? How? Was it enjoyable because she was obtained by chance? She now believes Hudson lacks a heart because he is a demon from the farthest reaches of shell.

"Get the hell out. Get out!" she yelled out loud when she could finally hear her own voice, her tears still falling.

He looked at her and considered what she had said.

"I despise you, Hudson! Please leave. I never want to see your face again. Leave... Leave! " Her entire body trembled in pain and rage.

She was in tears. She will never fall in love with the wrong person again. Her baby's death is much more painful, and it is killing her. Her baby has a firm grip on her. Hudson is entirely to blame!

Throughout her life, she did not appear to be wealthy. Yes, she came from a poor family, but that was no reason to buy her money. Because she could never be bought with money for her dignity and character. She simply got caught up in something complicated, and in the end, she was the loser. She's a moron! She now believes that her stupidity is what has caused her pain.

Instead of Hudson following her request and leaving her in that lonely room, a needle pierced her arm, and before she knew what had been injected into her, she felt the weight of her eyelid and strong forces pulling her to sleep.

"I... I hate y-you..." she said softly, and she felt his strong arm catch her.

WHEN she opened her eyes again and stared straight at the ceiling, she felt nothing but emptiness. She was alone in that white room when she noticed a flower basket on one side. She gave a bitter smile as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Abhaya!" Vraiellah rushed up to her and hugged her as she walked in. "Cuhen and Herrence mentioned you, so I rushed here."

She cried, especially in front of the woman, and responded with a hug, crying and crying. She has nothing to cling to, and she is grateful that a new friend in the person of Ellah has visited her so that she no longer needs to wear a mask to hide the pain she is experiencing. She was too tired to act.

She also cried for nearly an hour on Ellah's shoulder while she stroked her hair. She simply stopped crying when she felt she had nothing else to cry about and was exhausted. Ellah sympathetically extended her hand as she leaned back on the bed.

"Abhaya," he begins.

"I... Lost m-my baby..."

"Please,' don't bring it up first. It'll be more painful with you," Ellah predicted.

She gave a bitter smile. Since she entered Hudson's life, when has her life been good? "Ellah, it's fine that he won't hold me accountable, but... But..." her tears flowed once more. She assumed her tear ducks were already dry.

Ellah quickly wiped her tears away and comforted her. Ellah's presence reminded her of a sister, which made her cry even harder. But she couldn't accept that there was no longer any, that the angel she had named had vanished, even though she didn't know whether it was boy or a girl. She wasn't even allowed to kiss it.

Her mind is awake, and she is not sleepy. She could tell it was night because of the clock on the wall. It is 11:14 p.m. Ellah, who had been caring for her, had already left, so she gave her milk and peeled an apple to fill her stomach with something.

But she's deafeningly deafeningly deafening She gave a wry smile and stood up. It's a good thing Hudson didn't show up that day because she despised him. This is why she had to give up everything. Everything! Hudson broke not only her heart, but also her life.

She examined her hand with an IV, and despite the fact that her left hand was plaster cast, she forced herself to remove the object that was stuck in her right hand. She also took out the oxygen tube that was attached to her nose. She gets rid of everything that is clinging to her.

She was only aware of pain. She smiled bitterly, enjoying the numbness she felt. She tried to stand up by lowering her foot to the cold marble. She began by weighing herself if she could, and then she began to move. There's no reason to stay in this hospital for too long. She wants to get out of this crazy room because she can't stay in this lonely room any longer.

No one noticed her as she walked down the cold corridor. Her foot went directly to the elevator, but instead of going to the ground floor, she went to the rooftop. She just wanted to feel the breeze and yell so loudly that no one could hear her. She ignored the blood dripping from her hand from the IV she had just pulled.

Abhaya was greeted by a strong and cold wind, but she couldn't feel the cold because she was completely numb. She couldn't feel the air, but she could feel the extreme pain in the depths of her heart, and tears fell, indicating how much she is hurting right now. When she looked up, she noticed that the bright moon was now staring at her.

“Why? Why did you allow all of this to happen to'me'? What are your justifications? W-why?"

"Don't ask the moon; it never answers."

She came to a halt in her sobbing and turned to face the source of the voice. She noticed a man standing on the side of the road in her hazy vision. It will fall from its lofty perch with just one wrong step.

"Are you going to jump?" she asked, her voice trembling. She didn't want to be present when someone committed suicide right in front of her eyes.

It just shrugged. "No," he said flatly, not even looking her in the eyes.

She wiped away her tears. "What is the point of standing there? If you make one wrong move, you will die."

"It's just like life; one wrong step and everything is ruined. Don't worry, I'm just admiring the scenery," he admitted openly. "Every day, life fucked us, but the secret is to learn to fuck back or you'll get fucked up."

She was unable to respond to anything he said, so she simply stared at him.

"Try coming here and seeing the beautiful scenery, you will see all of the beautiful surroundings. However, if you're at the bottom and try to look around, you'll run into a stumbling block. The beauty is visible, but not the entire picture." It paused and mumbled for a moment. "You've lost a child; make one. Fate was messing with you, you should figure out how to deal with it. Finally, muster the courage to fight back. It is okay to cry, but it is not okay to give up. That's the answer you were hoping for earlier."

Tears welled up in her eyes as he said those words. He was right, and she had no idea who he was. She averted her gaze, embarrassed for herself, because everything it said struck a chord in her soul. It was a wake-up call for her, but why can't she accept what happened, or does she simply refuse to accept?

She took a step back to her starting point. "T-thank you," she said, but her heart was still pounding. How could she hurt Hudson when he was a demon disguised as a human?

"My family was ambushed, and I was the only survivor."

In response to the man's sad voice, she came to a halt and closed her eyes. It hurt even more, but she said nothing; she simply let it speak for itself.

"I finally killed those cretinous terrorists who murdered my family a long time ago."

"What do you mean?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on it. She realized he had to say something to her.

"Do you want to fight back, forget everything, and get away from reality?" He took a step back and faced her, his hands clasped in his black pants. It wasn't until now that she noticed it was dressed inside with a white shirt overlaid with a leather jacket. Despite the fact that he was a stranger, she was unafraid of him. "Take my hand in yours." It reached out its hand. "And I'll help you."

She saw hope in that is waiting for her when she looked at his hand. Because of the pain she was feeling, she approached it slowly and without hesitation, reaching for its open palm. She was unconcerned about what happened the next day or the day after that.