Chapter 19 I swallowed the pills dry, the taste bitter on my tongue, and leaned back against the headboard, closing my eyes against the onslaught of memories. Last night… it all came crashing back, the shame and regret a physical ache in my chest. "What have I done?" I whispered, the words a hollow echo in the quiet room. Two months later... Y/N's P.O.V I bolted for the bathroom, my stomach churning. This had become a morning ritual, a constant reminder of my situation. As soon as I was finished, I flushed the toilet, the swirling water a metaphor for my life. "I need to take a test," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can't… I can't live like this anymore, not knowing if God no please." An hour later… "Wait, hold on, Doctor…"