"Yes, I'm aware," Camila responded, resigned to the familiarity of her own physical Limitations.

"Since you know about it, it's imperative to use effective contraceptive measures." With a few strokes of her pen, the doctor prescribed medication. "Take this medicine, and it will facilitate a complete abortion."

Camila nodded.

“In essence, this type of miscarriage doesn't differ significantly from the norm. You should take good care of yourself," the doctor advised before concluding the consultation.

Camila nodded, her response barely audible, a whisper veiled in the weight of the moment.

Exiting the outpatient room, she descended the stairs to join the queue for her prescribed medication.

As she waited for her turn, her hand instinctively caressed her belly, fingers clutching her clothing in a desperate grasp.

It all felt surreal, like a dream she couldn't shake.

If she wasn't waiting in line for her medicine, she might have doubted the reality of it all.

It was so unreal.

Once the medication was in her possession, she stepped out of the hospital and into her car, her complexion betraying a hint of pallor.

Rowena, observant as ever, noticed the change. “Are you feeling unwell?"

Camila shook her head, attempting to conceal the medicine in her hand.

Yet, Rowena pointed. “Are you really okay? Why are you holding the medicine?"

"I'm just experiencing menstrual pain," she improvised, forcing a smile.

"I'll prepare some brown sugar ginger tea to help," Rowena offered sympathetically.

"Thank you," Camila responded softly.

"Go upstairs and get some rest!"

Nestled in the warmth of her bed, Camila shivered, a chill creeping over her despite the comfort.

She curled up.