Irony: A Fictional Narrative

“Well now miss Silver. May I call you Sarah?” I smiled at him and the nurse, I knew they were trying to help, but I was so angry, at the world for allowing such a horrible monster to be born into this world. For allowing her to rip my children from me, with no thought for me. What were they trying to tell me that I wasn’t ready to be a mother? Well, screw them I am or was. The tears came welling up again. Fucking tears. I frowned as I cried. The doctor, smiled at me, in a silent understanding.
“Yes, you may Doctor?” I gurgled in between the sobbing and anger. Doctor smiled again. “Doctor Brad Fang.” I smiled and my mind wandered off to many jokes. I smiled a fake smile at him. “Okay, this is going to make you gage a little when we pull out the …show more content…
I nearly gaged my way to the bathroom, if I could have stood I would have. There is still hope for crawling my way to the bathroom, but I didn’t. “Doc, How long have I been in here for?” He frowned a little, but smiled with bright blue eyes again, such a sparkle of life in them. “Three and a half days.” I lifted up my gown and saw the hideous stiches, would soon become and even more hideous scar. I was so scared when I looked at it, I started to cry again. I put my finger gently on the stiches and looked up at Doctor Brad. “I have good news and bad news for you, which would you like to hear first, Miss Silver?” I grimaced at Doctor Brad. “Both, uhh...” I inhaled a sigh of fear. “The bad news, then good, please.” He nodded in agreeance, I guess he liked the way I thought. The nurse disappeared. “We could not find two fetuses only one.” I nodded, sighed and I could feel the tears welling up again. “What’s the good news?” The nurse came in