Life Is Not Over Yet

Rainy Night Peggy, seven months pregnant, walked in the rain on the sidewalk, headphones blaring in her ears. She sat down on a bench at the bus station, getting out of breath. She held her stomach, feeling cramping.

She moaned and fell down on the ground. She was having labor pain.

Another woman, on her way to the bus stop, came to her and yelled for help. "Oh, Lord! Dear! Somebody help!"

Hospital In the waiting room, light tears rolled down Claudia's cheeks. Peter entered, agitated, and approached her.

"Claudia, what happened?"

Claudia turned away from him.

"It's Peggy. They don't know if she'll make it," she barely answered him.

A female doctor entered somberly.

"Are you the parents?"

"Yes." Peter jumped to respond.

"We were able to save her baby. It's a girl. We're going to need to observe her for a while. There may be some brain damage." She hesitated.

"And my Peggy, doctor, what about Peggy?" an emotional Claudia asked.

The doctor took a deep breath before answering.

"We won't know for a while. It could go either way."

Claudia wiped a few light tears.

"But she's going to live, Doctor. Right? My Peggy is- "

"Like I said, we don't know yet. But we'll do all we can."

Peter, with a sob, took Claudia into his arms as she broke into frantic sobs. She beat his chest with her fists.

"No! No! Bastard! It's your fault! My baby, my baby, my baby, oh Peggy."