I chuckled refusing to digest what the policeman just said. I gave him a deathly glare, re-framing his question in my head.
The doctor came back with a shy nurse who had an apologetic look on her face, she took out the needle from my hands and began removing everything connecting my body to the machine.
Sorry, she apologized when I made a discomforting sound. I swear I was mute, I couldn't explain why unnecessary sounds still popped out from my mouth.
By the time the nurse was done, the doctor and the police officer was no longer in the ward with me.
What happened to my baby?
Who brought me here? I asked the nurse but she was either ignoring me on purpose or she probably didn't hear me clearly.
Just when I concluded it was useless asking her information about my baby, she looked into my eye and said I am so sorry, then she left hurriedly like she was avoiding getting caught by someone.
The quiet hall, was now becoming busy with patient strolling by and peeking into my ward, pointing fingers with hush whispering.
My body was weak, I could still smell the stench of blood. The officer came back with his partner, my eyes boring into the two men.
Am I under arrest?
He didn't even regard my question, he took out the cuff saying, you are under arrest for the murder of your baby.
His partner who introduced himself to me as Robert Lerason had a Lil bit of humanity in him, he tried to support my weight so I could easily stand up but the other officer used his shoulders to block the help off.
My body obeyed their every command but my soul was frozen, its not like i had the strength in me to disobey or fight back, my baby was truly no more in this world, tears rolled down my face.
I zoned out when he came up with my rights on remaining silent because all I could hear was bla bla bla, grhk I bfkkk, gibberish.
I couldn't understand how a mother to be suddenly turned into a wanted criminal overnight.
He kept dishing to me a distasteful look as he drove us all down to the police station.
When we were a stop away from the police station, his phone rang. He was hesitant to pick up, like our presence bothered him. But when the phone rang again, he picked it up with a tired sigh, muttering yes sir, ok sir, its done.
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and then Add to home screen.