A New Life: Redemption of souls

"we've ran the test and we're sorry but we can't use her for the blood transfusion", the doctor said

"What do you mean...why can't you ", Margaret asked anxiously

"She's pregnant as well and in a fragile state..", the doctor sighed

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with tears as she gazed at the doctor, her heart racing with excitement. "I'm pregnant?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor smiled warmly. "Yes, Beatrice. You're going to be a mother."

Margaret's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock. "What? That's impossible," she stammered.

The doctor's expression turned firm. "I'm afraid it's not impossible, Margaret. Beatrice is pregnant, and we need to focus on her health and the health of her unborn child."

Beatrice felt a surge of joy mixed with a hint of fear. She had tried for seven years to get pregnant, and now that it had finally happened, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

Margaret's shock quickly turned to anger. "This is ridiculous," she spat. "You're not even capable of taking care of yourself, let alone a child. And what about Lana? She needs a blood transfusion, and you're the only match."

The doctor intervened, his voice calm but firm. "I understand your concerns, Margaret, but we cannot risk Beatrice's health or the health of her unborn child with a blood transfusion. We'll need to explore other options for Lana's treatment."

Margaret's face turned red with rage. "Fine," she snapped. "We'll leave. But this isn't over, Beatrice. You're not going to get away with this."

John, Beatrice's father-in-law, placed a gentle hand on Margaret's arm, attempting to calm her down. "Margaret, dear, let's not forget that this is a joyous occasion. We should be celebrating the new life that's on the way."

Margaret shook him off, her expression unyielding. "You're just as blind as Shawn was, John. This is a disaster, and we need to take control of the situation."

As the tension between them became unbearable, Margaret and John stormed out of the hospital room, leaving Beatrice feeling stunned, hurt, and alone.

The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Beatrice. We'll take good care of you and your baby. And don't let Margaret's behavior get to you. She's just upset because she's not getting her way."

Beatrice nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the doctor. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she left the hospital, Beatrice couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement mixed with fear. She was going to be a mother, but she was also alone, without Shawn by her side.

When she got home, Beatrice stroked her belly sadly as she recalled Shawn's dream of having their kid. She sobbed as she remembered how she'd tried for seven years to no avail, she cried sadly and fell asleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster she had been on.

As she slept, Beatrice's mind wandered back to the conversation she had with Shawn about having kids. They had talked about it for years, and Shawn had always been excited about the prospect of becoming a father.

"I want to be a dad so badly," Shawn had said, his eyes shining with excitement. "I want to teach our kid how to play baseball and ride a bike. I want to be there for all the milestones and watch our kid grow up."

Beatrice had smiled, feeling a sense of joy and excitement. "We'll make it happen," she had said. "We'll have a beautiful family, and we'll be happy together."

Now, as Beatrice slept, she felt a sense of sadness wash over her. Shawn was gone, and she was alone, left to raise their child by herself. But as she drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of determination rise up within her. She would do it, she thought. She would raise their child, and she would make Shawn proud.

As Beatrice slept, she was abruptly jolted awake by the sensation of cold water pouring over her head. She sat up with a start, shivering and disoriented. Before she could even process what was happening, Margaret's hands were in her hair, pulling her up from the bed.

"You selfish, worthless girl!" Margaret spat, her face twisted with rage. "Lana is in danger because of you and your useless child! You're going to kill her, just like you killed Shawn!"

Beatrice tried to defend herself, but Margaret's grip on her hair was too tight. She cried out in pain as Margaret slapped her across the face.

"Please, Margaret, stop!" Beatrice begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything to help Lana, just please don't hurt me!"

But Margaret was beyond reason. She dragged Beatrice out of the mansion, throwing her onto the cold, hard ground. Beatrice landed with a thud, her body shaking with sobs.

"Get out!" Margaret screamed, standing over Beatrice. "Get out of my sight! You're not welcome here tonight. Don't come back until you're ready to do what's best for Lana!"

As Margaret slammed the door shut behind her, Beatrice was left alone in the darkness, shivering and sobbing uncontrollably. She cried out for Shawn, for her baby, for anyone to help her. But her voice was hoarse and barely audible, lost in the cold, unforgiving night.

Beatrice curled up on the ground, her body wracked with sobs. She didn't know how she would make it through the night, but she knew she had to find a way.

As the next day unfolded, John's gentle hands guided Beatrice back into the mansion, his eyes filled with a deep-seated apology. "I'm so sorry, Beatrice," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don't agree with Margaret's behavior, but I'm powerless to stop her."

Beatrice's eyes welled up with tears as she nodded, her throat constricting with emotion. "It's okay, John," she replied, her voice cracking. "I understand. You have to take care of Margaret and Lana."

John's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding with worry. "Lana's condition is deteriorating rapidly," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Margaret is frantic with worry. I need to be with them, Beatrice."

Beatrice nodded, feeling a pang of sadness. "I understand," she repeated. "Go take care of them, John. I'll be fine."

As John departed with Margaret, Beatrice was left to her own devices, her mind wandering back to the happy memories she had shared with Shawn. She reminisced about their laughter, their adventures, and their quiet moments together.

But as the hours ticked by, Beatrice's thoughts turned somber, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt so alone, so isolated, with no one to turn to. Margaret despised her, Lana was struggling with her own pregnancy, and John was caught in the middle.

As she sat amidst the opulent furnishings of the mansion, Beatrice felt like a fragile, forgotten doll, left to gather dust in a world that had moved on without her. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, like two empty wells that had been drained of all hope.

Her clothes, once stylish and elegant, now hung loose on her frail body, a testament to the weight she had lost since Shawn's passing. The thin outfit she wore did little to ward off the chill that had settled in her bones, a constant reminder of the coldness that had taken up residence in her heart.

As she sobbed, Beatrice's thoughts turned to Shawn, her mind replaying their conversations, their laughter, and their quiet moments together. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sorrow, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

"Why did you have to leave me, Shawn?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why did you have to go? I'm so alone without you."

As the night wore on, Beatrice's tears finally subsided, leaving her feeling empty and hollow, a shell of the woman she once was.