“There’s someone here to see you,”

“There’s someone here to see you,” the nurse says. “If you’re feeling up to it.”
I sit up. “Who is it?”
I want her to say it’s Mason and that he’s come back for me.
“Leigh Anne Davis,” she says. “She’s been waiting out there for a little while and I thought maybe you might like some company.”
I swallow, my throat dry and cracked from crying. “Yes, thank you.”
Leigh Anne peers around the side of the door, her eyes wide and full of mixed emotions. Sorrow. Fear. Sympathy. She takes my hand and sits down by my side.
“I’m so sorry,” she says. “What did the doctor say?”
I take a ragged breath. It feels like ages since I talked to the doctors, but I’ve lost track of time. He said there isn’t much hope,” I say. My voice trembles and I have to take a moment before I can continue. “He did an ultrasound and for now, the baby seems to be fighting. I got to see his heartbeat, still strong and flickering away, but with that much blood loss, it doesn’t look good.”
“Isn’t there something they can do?”
I nod and sniff, my nose running from crying so much. “They’re giving me some progesterone, but he said that it might not be enough to prevent a miscarriage. All I can really do right now is wait and see. He said he’ll be back in the morning to do another ultrasound. He said that since the bleeding has slowed down, if the baby can make it through the night, there’s a good chance everything will be okay.”
“That’s good news, then,” she says.
“I don’t know how I’ll survive if there’s no heartbeat on that monitor tomorrow morning,” I say, my face crumbling. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk out that door and keep living.”
She squeezes my hand. “I know,” she says. “But you will. You’re strong.”
I shake my head. “I’m a mess,” I say. “I’m not strong like you are.”
She smiles, her eyes filling with tears. “You’ve always been strong, Penny,” she says. “And stubborn as hell. If that baby is anything like you, it’s not giving up without a fight.”
I laugh and hope she’s right.
Maybe I’m stronger than I think I am.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Tidak ada seseorang di sini untuk melihat Anda," perawat mengatakan. "Jika Anda merasa untuk itu."Aku duduk di. "Siapa yang itu?"Aku ingin dia mengatakan ini adalah Mason dan bahwa ia telah datang kembali untuk saya."Leigh Anne Davis," katanya. "Dia telah menunggu luar sana sedikit waktu dan saya pikir mungkin Anda mungkin seperti beberapa perusahaan."Saya menelan, dry tenggorokan saya dan retak dari menangis. "Ya, terima kasih."Leigh Anne rekan sisi pintu, mata lebar dan penuh perasaan bercampur. Kesedihan. Ketakutan. Simpati. Dia mengambil tangan saya dan duduk di sisi saya."Saya sangat menyesal," katanya. "Apakah dokter katakan?"Aku mengambil napas compang-camping. Rasanya seperti usia sejak saya berbicara dengan dokter, tapi aku telah kehilangan jejak waktu. Dia mengatakan tidak ada banyak harapan,"kataku. Gemetar suara saya dan saya harus mengambil beberapa saat sebelum saya bisa terus. "Dia melakukan USG dan untuk saat ini, bayi tampaknya akan berjuang. Aku melihat detak jantungnya, masih kuat dan berkedip-kedip pergi, tetapi dengan banyak kehilangan darah, itu tidak terlihat baik.""Tidak ada sesuatu yang bisa mereka lakukan?"Aku mengangguk dan mengendus, hidung saya berjalan dari menangis begitu banyak. "Mereka memberikan saya beberapa progesteron, tapi ia mengatakan bahwa itu tidak akan cukup untuk mencegah keguguran. Semua saya dapat benar-benar lakukan sekarang adalah menunggu dan melihat. Dia mengatakan dia akan kembali di pagi hari untuk melakukan USG lain. Dia mengatakan bahwa karena pendarahan telah melambat, jika bayi dapat membuatnya melalui malam, ada kesempatan baik semuanya akan baik-baik saja."“That’s good news, then,” she says.“I don’t know how I’ll survive if there’s no heartbeat on that monitor tomorrow morning,” I say, my face crumbling. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk out that door and keep living.”She squeezes my hand. “I know,” she says. “But you will. You’re strong.”I shake my head. “I’m a mess,” I say. “I’m not strong like you are.”She smiles, her eyes filling with tears. “You’ve always been strong, Penny,” she says. “And stubborn as hell. If that baby is anything like you, it’s not giving up without a fight.”I laugh and hope she’s right.Maybe I’m stronger than I think I am.