IRIS'S POINT OF VIEW
As Max's best friend, I had been waiting for her to finally confess her feelings to Red for what felt like ages. So when Max told me that she had finally done it, I was ecstatic for her. I had always known that Max and Red had a special connection, and I couldn't wait for them to finally be together.
But when Max shared that Red had turned her down, I was shocked. I had always assumed that Red felt the same way about Max, but it seemed that I was wrong. My heart ached for Max, and I could see the disappointment and sadness written all over her face.
I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but I didn't know what to say. I knew that Max had been holding onto her feelings for a long time, and it must have been devastating for her to be rejected.
But despite the pain she was feeling, Max remained strong. She told me that she understood Red's decision and that she still valued their friendship above all else. I admired her resilience and strength, even in the face of heartbreak.
As we sat together, talking about what had happened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and frustration. I wanted Max to be happy, and it seemed like Red was the key to that happiness. But I also knew that Max deserved someone who loved her as much as she loved them. And if Red wasn't that person, then maybe it was for the best.
In the end, I promised Max that I would always be there for her, no matter what. I knew that she was hurting, but I also knew that she was strong enough to get through it. And maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there who was even better for her than Red.
I was talking on the phone with Max, trying to offer her some comfort after her recent rejection from Red.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I winced and instinctively placed my hand over my stomach. It was a familiar pain, one that I had experienced before.
My heart started racing as I tried to stay calm and focus on the conversation with Max. I didn't want to worry my friend or interrupt our conversation, but the pain was getting worse.
As Max continued to talk, I tried to push the pain to the back of my mind and focus on what she was saying. But it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. The pain was radiating through my entire body now, and I felt like I was going to be sick.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Max, I have to go," I said, cutting my friend off mid-sentence. "I'm not feeling well."
Max immediately picked up on the seriousness of the situation. "Iris, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I think...I think something's wrong," I said, struggling to keep my composure. "I'm having a lot of pain, and I need to go to the hospital."
Max didn't hesitate. "I'll come with you," she said firmly. "Just tell me where you are, and I'll be there."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She was so grateful for Max's support. "Thank you," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm at home, Please call Felix for me too."
As I hung up the phone and waited for Max, and as we made our way to the hospital, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Not only was I experiencing physical pain, but the fear and uncertainty of what might be happening to my unborn child were almost too much to bear. But I was also filled with gratitude for Max's unwavering support and friendship during this difficult time.
When we arrive at the hospital, Felix was already there in the emergency, looking so worried about me.
"Iris, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I tried to smile and reassure him, but the pain was too much. I winced and clutched my stomach, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.
"Felix, I... I think something's wrong," I managed to gasp out.
But through it all, Felix was there. His unwavering support and kindness made all the difference. I felt grateful to have him by my side in that moment of uncertainty and fear.
As the doctors ran tests and did examinations, Felix stayed with me, never leaving my side. Even though we had only been dating for a short time, he showed me a level of care and concern that I had never experienced before.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the doctor. Miscarriage? How could this be happening? I had been so excited and hopeful about this pregnancy, and now it was all slipping away.
Tears streamed down my face as the doctor explained the situation to me and urged me to go to the emergency room right away. I couldn't even find the words to respond. My mind was a blur of shock and grief.
As I stumbled out of the doctor's office, I felt like the world was spinning around me. I didn't even notice that Felix had been waiting for me in the hallway until he called out my name.
I turned to see him standing there, concern etched on his face. I must have looked like a wreck, with tears streaking my cheeks and my hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Iris, what's wrong? What happened?" Felix asked, his voice laced with worry.
Through choked sobs, I managed to tell him the news.
Miscarriage. Felix's face fell, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as I cried into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Iris. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you," he said softly.
I couldn't even find the strength to respond. All I could do was cling to Felix and try to make sense of what was happening.
As Felix helped me to the car and drove me to the emergency room, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I was heartbroken and devastated, but I also felt a sense of numbness, as if my body and mind couldn't fully process the trauma that was unfolding.
As I sobbed, Felix held me tightly, offering words of comfort and support. I was grateful to have him there with me, but at the same time, I felt a deep sense of loss and emptiness.